Encounter at Narcissus’ Pool
Have you ever met someone, and thought,
I’ve been waiting for you all my life?
“We fall in love with strangers,” says Marge Piercy.
Actually it’s a single, peculiarly significant stranger.
Eyes lock across a tightrope of longing,
Seeing you, seeing you seeing me, without eyes.
Falling into a pool, or a lagoon of sorts,
dark as night, reflecting moonlight as in a mirror.
Reaching into the pool the image shifts, shatters,
it cannot withstand touch,
reemerges, a phantom of light,
with the sharp intake of breath, of calm.
A meeting of strangers, known forever
at the crossroads of eternity.
There is a task, a mission…
Sometime after the encounter at the pool,
the ground shifted to a land long dreaded.
There’s a mission, an assignment
in the land of Has to Be.
You’ve always known,
all that was hidden
must be revealed.
Susan P. McNally is a psychotherapist in private practice in Yuba City, CA. She is a painter and sculptor, the author Of Sandplay: A Sourcebook for Play Therapists, and a poet. Along with Lily Noonan, she is a co-editor of Winged Poiesis News in conjunction with the Yuba-Sutter Regional Arts Council in Marysville, CA.
Copyright © 2012 by Susan P. McNally
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