Over the Hill

Note: Today's prompt was to write a poem based in the French word eclater, which is interpreted as kind of a light bulb moment. This poem came from an artistic endeavor I participate in each year, called The She Project www.sheproject.com. This wonderful event provides a prompt to each participant, and participants have only 2 hours to prepare a piece of visual art in response to that prompt. Last year, my prompt was "she was over the hill". I must admit that I wasn't very happy about that prompt at first, and then I surprised myself with what came out of it, both as visual art and as a poem. I am suffering from too much work right now, so I have pulled a poem from my knapsack for today.

She was over the hill

and into the woods

where silence

took her pack

gave her peace

and bird song

She was over the hill

the longest hill

of forgiveness

of letting go

of letting be

of being

quite comfortably

over the hill

She was over the hill

and paces down

the other side

when she looked

and saw

everything

every

thing

she had ever

ever

ever

wanted

waiting

waiting

patient

with

bird song