Inevitable Transcendence

She had sunflowers in her hair and pine cones in her hands.
She fed the chickens in the morning and then gave the goats a bath.
She danced along to her favorite chant sung by the All-American doll,

She then laughed and played with her dogs.

Her line dance was a bit crooked, as she often daydreamed about her future.

As she swayed, her boots drifted toward an unexpected turn at the usual right.
She was climbing mountains and expanding her knowledge,

Her train of thought lost in another book she knew had to be magic.

While too high in the clouds, she never dared look into the telescope.

To her dismay, it revealed the truth about the people on the ground.
They were objects bent out of shape, twisted and formed by pride and lust,

Every so often there'd be a glimmer of love.

For her, that minute chance was enough to keep her going,

Heartbreak became her best friend and it was no secret she kept.
After awhile, she lost sight of where she was going, and no one has seen her since.

There have been sightings of her soul in the willows and the roadrunners;

Her spirit seen in the stallions and the tulips.

The thing about shapeshifters,

The thing about growing girls,

The one certainty they are promised, is

They too never know what they'll be next.

We used to be close, her and I.
I think about her often, wondering if she's alright.

I was asked this evening, if I had any idea where she went off to this time;

The question took me by surprise;

So i laughed, then I cried.
I don't know where that little girl is anymore mama,

She's lost with no sense of direction.

The truth is, maybe she misplaced herself.