Tuesday, September 12, 2006

By Nancy Lerman

Most days he’s there in the coffee shop
Most days he smiles hello
And I smile back.
One day he introduced himself
And held my hand just a bit longer
Than necessary.
The next day I looked away
But not without wondering,
Just for a moment . . . .
The next day I walked past
Without looking at him
But I held my stomach in.
The wild woman I was
Would have slept with him by now.
I felt the wildness bubbling up –
And so, the next day,
I gathered up my children
And using them as shields
I walked past
Flashing the talisman of my ring
Willing him to let me be
For the sake of the ring
And the children.