Cherice's Pieces

Bombarded by a steady stream of data, demands, and decisions, she felt fragmented—uncertain of herself and even less certain of her place in the current universe. She wished that a pause button would induce a state of suspended animation, creating a conceptual place outside the fabric of space-time where she could recompose herself. In that space she would collect and consider pieces of herself. She would sift, sort, synthesize, reshape, and revise her thoughts, her life, and herself there.

Friday, October 10, 2003

The Gap

To a child
Sprinkled exposure
Seems infinite, complete

Yet at the piece
So "large"--so small!
An adult chuckles silently

'Tis nothing more
Than crumbs to him
Having from larger tables supped

Yet for the child,
So innocent,
A crumb's more than enough!

(Cherice Montgomery, Fall 1989)

Sunday, October 05, 2003

Time for Apple Cider

A soul full of cider
wanders,
thoughtfully sipping
a solitary, wind-swept hill
crunching colors,
then drinking deeply.

The apple-red happiness burns,
igniting cheeks
now stuffed
with majestic vistas.

Crumbs of shared smiles
cling,
like cinnamon-sugar,
and jack-o-lantern grins
expose
the tiny, flicker of flame within
that yearns,
burns,
longs to see itself
in trusted eyes
leap joyful
again,
and again,
and again.

It is, indeed, time for apple cider.

(Cherice Montgomery, October 5, 2003)