My words sail, silk calligraphy slides
across a page breathing spirits.
I unfurl my notion scarf and ship it to you..
It finds you drowsing in the leaves.
You release the essence of my gift.
Diffused as ether, at first they cloud, then
distill in your waters of contemplation.
See how I'm sentenced to scatter
emotion-petals fragrant with allusions,
cartographs that draw you into me.
© Gay Reiser Cannon * 2011 * All Rights Reserved