By: Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik
In the floating of the unseen sinewed string,
Wind–‐Whisper on point of gentle fingertip
Leans to pet the shimmering shape hovering
Beneath the shine of sunrise.
There at the joined juncture
of a frantic fervent wish–‐pack,
The smell of frangipani lights the air,
Filling the would–‐be–‐child
With the taste of possibility as she falls,
Fully formed, to paw through the soft air,
Onto the verdant green
Of her first born day.
Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik
Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik is a psychoanalyst and published (non–‐fiction) book