Wednesday, April 19, 2017
Cinderella
Cinderella
There we were,
Cinderella
among the ashes,
waiting, hoping,
what could happen?
And what came over us
was not a dream
nor yet a reality,
a mist, a veil,
a transfiguration
into something else.
As if the hidden one
had waved her wand,
as if we were no longer
who we were,
not recognizable
yet always known.
Now we must wonder
are we dead or alive,
still flesh
walking among
the other fleshly beings,
some other new,
unforeseen essence,
some yet unnamed
self.
Dorothy Walters
April 19, 2017
