by Jody Collins
Dust echoes with his not-voice,
the fingered sentence setting her free.
Onlookers speechless, he bends
again to slice truth in the dirt.
His body unfolds, meets her gaze,
crowd vainly listens behind a wall
She alone reckons with the lines
of melody at her feet, words to
a hymn only two can sing.
Silent accusers drop their music
and vanish, the day’s mirage.
She departs with freedom’s tune
pouring crystal notes in her open
heart, walks with the song
for the rest of her days.
Jody Collins is a writer, poet and author of “Hearts on Pilgrimage-Poems & Prayers” and “Living the Season Well-Reclaiming Christmas.” She is retired from 20 plus years of teaching and when she’s not at her desk writing, enjoys spending time with her children and grandchildren. Jody and her husband call the Seattle area home where she marvels at the birds and messes about in the garden. She’s been writing since Smith-Corona typewriters graced the desk of her eighth grade typing class, but nowadays you can find her poetry and reflections at www.jodyleecollins.com.