Like a Curtain

Jan Freeman on

Published in Poem Of The Day

When she stretched her arms
the mist lifted and the red buds opened on the maple trees.
She, in the garden in pajamas,
danced with her friend Isabel,
as the fledgling robins wobbled and flew from branch to ground.
Cells multiplied in her body.
Her fingers spread, the warm cool air,
as the mist disappeared like a curtain, open.

About this poem
"On the fourth anniversary of my friend's death, I stood in morning haze, surrounded by columbine, irises and giant buttercups. I remembered a spring many years earlier when she swirled in circles through the garden. She had been diagnosed with an aggressive cancer, and her happiness seemed to trump death. Warm air, greening leaves countered my friend's absence in the future. The garden offered a fluidity between her passionate life and death hiding in her cells as if life and death were a continuously rising and falling curtain, like the morning mist."
-Jan Freeman

About Jan Freeman
Jan Freeman is the author of "Blue Structure" (Calypso Editions, 2016). She is the founder and director of Paris Press and lives in Ashfield, Mass.

The Academy of American Poets is a nonprofit, mission-driven organization, whose aim is to make poetry available to a wider audience. Email The Academy at poem-a-day[at]poets.org.

(c) 2015 Jan Freeman. Originally published by the Academy of American Poets, www.poets.org. Distributed by King Features Syndicate



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