When Fresh Air Moves
She donned dark clothes
and let her body be wild,
drops of water were enough for cleansing,
no need to change clothes much
since she was going nowhere
outside of the interiors of her mind.
Food was minimal,
a little bread, some eggs,
the rest of her plate she left
for the little demons
that would not leave her alone.
As the days went by,
she lingered in the place of sadness,
the air did not stir
and the gloom settled heavily.
But one day,
one fine, long-awaited
yet still unexpected day,
a fellow arrived,
with a little bag of healing tools,
a friendly manner,
and a gaze as direct as the rising sun.
Questions were asked,
answers were given,
and when the man left,
she washed her sheets,
pulled out her guitar,
and riffed a melody
that danced out the windows--
so beautiful that the cats cried,
the dogs whimpered,
and all the neighborhood smiled.