by Carmen Mason
Might you fly as slowly
as you can
so I may take in everything
through your pellucid wings?
It would be less
overwhelming then
and of course, amazing
peering through you like that.
And could you on another day
let me use you as a parasail
and ride you and pretend
I too may be seen clear through
Not found wanting or obtuse
just what I am, what I am,
~ clear through?
Carmen Mason has always written poetry and prose as meditation and to make some sense of things. They are a way to duel and dance with love and fear, joy and discovery.