The Visible and The In
By: Marge Piercy Some people move through your life like the perfume of peonies, heavy and sensual and lingering. Some people move through your life like the sweet musky scent of cosmos so delicate if you sniff twice, it’s gone. Some people occupy your life like moving men who cart off couches, pianos and break dishes. Some people touch you so lightly you are not sure it happened. Others leave you flat with footprints on your chest. Some are like those fall warblers you can’t tell from each other even though you search Petersen’s. Some come down hard on you like a striking falcon and the scars remain and you are forever wary of the sky. We all are waiting rooms at bus stations where hundreds have passed through unnoticed and others have almost burned us down and others have left us clean and new and others have just moved in.
