Sweet cashmere
Kindly coated in time
Frozen dream of 1963
How you bathe me in memory
The little girl
That stood before this mirror
Professed her love for the land
The same land
That I had traced so amply with yearning fingers
A reflection of my own childhood
The girl in pink cashmere
Said goodbye
To the way the foothills kissed the sky
And became a part of the wall
Between which I existed
And collected powder room souvenirs
Nona’s lavish soap treasures
And doll-sized volumes of prayers and poetry
She was there all along
Waiting for me to find her
Waiting for me to find myself