Once upon a moment, peeking forth 'til it was gone,
I knew it not, then presence spoke—
gave voice to its surround...
Reflecting off a surface and revealing disarray,
it hints of living lives stop-framed...of former yesterdays.
There, lies a brush abandoned though still clasping silken hair;
and by its side, a single bloom bespeaks a lover's care.
Now moves along—silent as dawn—-this hinting, beckon‘ing beam,
with undulating bursts of light revealed through summer‘s leaves.
They shimmer, shudder, brighten, dim--
impromptu dance with whisps of wind.
Swift as it came, it now departs; the room re-swathes in grey.
A last good-bye, a parting glimpsed as dust motes slip away y y y y
amf – august 2022
About Kristín Jakobssdóttir
I am an American woman living in Iceland with my husband and our six children (now grown). I am a Lay Missionary of Charity and very active in the Catholic Church, especially in Missionary Families of Christ, MISSIO, and pro-life work. I have degrees in Anthropology and Linguistics, though I do not utilize them professionally. I write prose, poetry, seminars, and music.
What on EARTH is she thinking now?! 