William Michaelian: In Passing

Michael Lee Johnson could have been thinking any number of things when he wrote this little poem back in 1969:

She

Somewhere

she has lost
her shadow.

and now

she stands
still

with nowhere
to go.

And really, in a way, it almost doesn't matter what he was thinking. What matters most, at least to me, is that it's a good poem, and that it popped into my life on a rather strange, quiet day I had recently, after hearing that one of my dear Armenian aunties had passed on at the ripe old age of ninety-five. My blood, Johnson's poem . . . two strangers who met in passing.

William Michaelian has a huge web site. Check it out.