The Road
Eyes shut. She is driving.
She cracks narrow slits of vision to warn her of a bend in the road. Granted a godly favor,
she eludes a dreadful crash.
Eyes thoroughly shut. Sleeping mind alarmed. She is driving.
The beauty of the road is glimpsed by her scantily flickering lids.
Like a newly born bud on a tree after a long frosty winter, still wrapped in its leafy coat,
peeking at the promise of spring.
Like a bat’s tiny head uncoiling from a grave of night-black wings.
Like the Science Room of her early school days. Heavy black drapes drawn,
the illuminating beam of a film projector bewitching miracles on a wall.
Her dormant mind eases itself from the mesh of her dream.
I am driving on the road of life with my eyes shut, she unravels to herself.
* Romit Berger
says “I am a graphic designer. I met my very dear friend, Helen Pletts, in Prague, several years ago. Helen’s inspiration has led my graphic design career into that magical realm which combines illustration and poetry, and our creative wings continue to connect our souls through time and distance.”