I don't remember precisely how I met Wendy. I think Neil at Citizen of the Month played Jewish matchmaker and introduced us to each other online. Wendy is a teacher, photographer, mother, and horsewoman in Colorado, but it is her poet's soul that binds us together.

She participates in a number of writers groups online, writing pieces in response to prompts given by the groups' leaders. I think I've been reading her blog for at least a year now, and I've watched her skill as a poet blossom. Her poems are rich in imagery, layered in meaning, and yet accessible.  Her latest poem hit me right in the chest and made me exhale a soft breath. I keep coming back to it.  I couldn't NOT share it with you.

Since I'm being bold and STEALING this poem from Wendy's site, you must promise me you'll go over and visit Quiet About a lot of Things and check out more of her work. It would also be really nice if y'all would leave lots of fabulous comments here and that way she won't be mad at me and print out my photo, add a moustache to it and then post it on her site. (Sisters do that when they're pissed off,  you know.)

Here's the prompt Wendy received and was asked to write a poem in response to:

I wish I were close
To you as the wet skirt of
A salt girl to her body.
I think of you always.

***'Salt girls' boil seawater down for the salt.

And here is Wendy's wonderful response:

Always was

It was just yesterday,
the first time I let you.
No, that is a lie;
I WILLED you to
unbutton my blouse.

I dared you, in one look,
to slide your hand up.
Damn the torpedo's!
And the sisters. Damn
all those good girls
their brittle rules.

Break me! Like
my shell makes
no difference
at all. Open
me like an egg,
crack me, open.

It was a
thin skin
always,
this space
between
you and I.

So, it was.
All ways was,
waiting for you.
For Your Fingers to
come, your fingers.
Pick that button.

Poem by Wendy of http://quietaboutalotofthings.blogspot.com.