"Indigo"

In honor of National Poetry Month, I am posting work by myself each Friday; here is "Indigo," a recent piece from a series of color poems. This is about and dedicated to a dear friend who died last summer.

Indigo
(for Odette)

The psychedelia of the tiny Catholic chapel
from her childhood school dormitory:
incense haze, echoes, kaleidoscopic glass,
it was truly something when she was ten years old,
but nothing compared to this.

When she recited her mantra,
flew across the room at the meditation retreat
and watered the earth with her tears,
it still wasn’t enough.
She flirted with mystery, loved to take
the unknown road just to
see where it led. To make a connection.
To come full circle.

The murky space between day and night,
not afternoon, not yet evening,
with its cool, glaucous light was
her favorite time of day,
a lacuna tucked between two planes.

The walls came down,
no compass or map,
she is crackling light now,
unlimited…
to come full circle,
to see where it leads,
here she goes
into the vast indigo.

©JEF