Go ROGUE, she said, let loose.
A tentative attempt, a quavering voice…
La la la, up and down the SCALE.
Be patient. It will come.
WHILE warming up,
in the midst of practice,
it came: she was unleashed.
No longer in EXILE,
her voice filled the room.

Georg’ann

EXTRA weight in air, interactions.
Homecoming feels like EXILE.
Not wanting to belong here.

She says keep writing
the next true line.
Poems are photographs,
only one moment captured.

Obligation to soften, write kindly.
Not let that last line be true.

Heather