Falling Star, by Romare Bearden

by Jenna K. Funkhouser

She is the only one left

in the world

and the left arm, unhurried,

wise in the way

it anticipates the miracle

body split down the line

of ordinary and catastrophe

one basket filled with living

and two small cups 

waiting to be filled 

(with joy? with sorrow? with delight?)

while our minds wear the same circles

                                           over and over

into the tall, wild grass

to which

does she lift her china cup

in recognition

to which 

does she salut

as she stands there,

outwaiting the mirror,

outwaiting the sun?

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Jenna K. Funkhouser is a Pacific Northwest native, author and poet. Her work has recently appeared in Saint Katherine Review, As It Ought To Be, and Geez Magazine.