a prayer rug
of brilliant jeweled tones
for us infidels
to kneel upon and offer
our awe
at their majesty
her thoughts
a honeyed sweet additive
for the tea of
our bitter
everydayness
oh
that I were the fly
on her apple
waiting patiently
for her carving
while her fingers
hastily
jot down
the juiciness
of morning glories
and
commonalities
Once in a great while someone's words just strike us, reach all those unreachable places, and leave you full after reading. In my lifetime those writers have been Anna Akhmatova, Zora Neal Hurston, Alice Walker, Anais Nin, Marina Tsvetaeva, Ranier Rilke and Ti Klinger. I call her this century's Dorothy Parker.
Wit, depth, tears, giggles - she encompasses all of it, perfectly. Ti, quit being so stingy - share your words with the world. They need to hear them!