Untethered by Time
alley dark branches rain scented cherry blossoms
The first time I heard My Sweet Lady by John Denver I was living in Mt. Laurel, New Jersey and dating the man I hoped to marry. Complications separated us. He left. It was over a month when miraculously, it now seems, he returned with an album under his arm—Poems, Prayers and Promises. Our record player was on the floor of the family room, and he had me lie down next to it, and close my eyes. Lady, are you crying, do the tears belong to me? Did you think our time together was all gone?
While John Denver sang, my love’s fingertips brushed my face, a touch so soft it seemed I could be imagining it. Over and over his fingertips caressed my face, perhaps they hovered above my face like an unknown wind.
of the sea…
Mary Jo Balistreri has two books of poetry published by Bellowing Ark Press and a chapbook by Tiger's Eye Press. She has more recently been enjoying learning and writing haiku type poems. She finds it helps her see differently and experience life in a new way. For more information, please visit her at maryjobalistreripoet.com