I Met My Spirit

I Met My Spirit
I met my spirit on the road. Naked she was, dripping from head to toe. Where did my spirit go? To bathe in primitive waters, deep and still. She laughed and said, �I told the gods a thing or two,� then fell into my arms. She shivered in the cool night air. But she was strong, not weak. Dangerous, not small. And a wicked light shone in her night-blue eyes. �Because I am with child.� Her breath was the breeze, laughing, laughing, for the child was our own. And there beside the road we slept, beneath the stars, until the dawn. There beside the road we kept each other warm, like lovers safe at home. When morning came and the sun arose, the three of us moved on. *May 28, 2005* Previous Entry Next Entry Return to Songs and Letters About the Author	Also by William Michaelian POETRY Winter Poems ISBN: 978-0-9796599-0-4 52 pages. Paper. �� Another Song I Know ISBN: 978-0-9796599-1-1 80 pages. Paper. �� Cosmopsis Books San Francisco Signed copies available Main Page Author�s Note Background Notebook A Listening Thing Among the Living No Time to Cut My Hair One Hand Clapping Songs and Letters Collected Poems Early Short Stories Armenian Translations Cosmopsis Print Editions Interviews News and Reviews Highly Recommended Let�s Eat Favorite Books & Authors Useless Information Conversation E-mail & Parting Thoughts Flippantly Answered Questions
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