Who could imagine,
loving me,
that I could be dragged under,
lifted up,
over and over,
and over,
turned around,
made to look,
set aside,
torn asunder,
set to dreaming,
inspired by anyone
less
significant, important, steady, dreaming, longing, committed, brainy (for God's sake) and alive
than she
is.
She is.  And she will always be.