MYSTIC

I

There is a country cottage,

surrounded by tall pine trees,

that has a small front room

where I came into this world

with a strangled cry -

my first lungful of air. It was

painful, they said, that birth

so reluctantly endured

by as unmaternal a mother

as they come. But

my small white face,

so wrinkly and dimpled,

forged an instant bond

with a doting father

who'd been longing so for a daughter.

What I remember most

is the blinding light

from the window, so white

and prophetic of a lifetime

to come desperately seeking

the light in everything,

the Spirit within:

Mum, Dad and the midwife initially,

but without means to explain it -

well, not in words anyway. Outside

summer lasted for millennia, with clusters

of laburnum blooms. I vividly recall

the heady fragrance and it's sun yellow

mesmerising hue - and the fact

that it was too high to touch

led to ferocious tantrums and

my refusal to be photographed beneath it.

II

I fell in love yesterday,

and was astounded by the transformation.

I appeared radiant, a light

in my eyes gazed back 

from my image

in the bedroom mirror

and a secret smile

danced about my lips.

III

He and I touched hearts, and

through the metaphor - a connected

feeling deep inside - 

I fell pregnant with the sun:

all this light I give to you!

In the silence beyond words

I held his presence -

unknown to him, unknowable

in fact, because

there were just too many light years

stretching the infinity between us.