I am stepping out the house,
Hurrying down the flight of stairs,
– I breathe in, and out – eager to flee
The loud realm of my own soul.
With each step, our world
Feels like it is morphing, shifting
It seems wild and foreign at first.
Then it draws me in – Aria –
Its melody has not changed
At all. The metamorphosis occurred
Being close to nature bewilders me,
Tames me to its raw image.
Strong, receptive, reactive,
I run and I listen, I watch and I feel,
I fit in, I am
Ready to hear, smell, see, and touch
I observe. I am connected.
I run my course, I belong
To this orchestra of sounds, scents
Around me. The stream flowing by
My side soothes my heart
Lulling its broken rhythm
To my receptive ear. I feel cleansed,
The wind is asking me to be its bride,
Brushing on my bare skin
To signal its uncommon
Proposal. Out of breath, I whisper,
I hasten my steps and rush back
Home to share the news.
Of this upcoming union,
My family approves. The next day,
Helios and I are wed for all town
To see and I disappear
During the ceremony.
As I say “yes”, I feel weightless and airy,
Loved, floating in ecstasy. Looking down
I see my loved ones,
Tears flowing down my mother’s cheeks
Shattered. I fly by. I gently brush her skin
Trying to appease her,
To soothe her worried heart,
But she shivers and recoils from my touch,
Reminded of my husbands’ volatile nature
And his unforgivable trickery.