I never could
see it in myself,
that origami fold
of accommodation,
beautiful in its grace
and considerations,
but the creases
wear thin after a while;
I see it in her,
this kindred spirit
across from me;
offer silent permission
with a glance
and watch as she unfolds
just a little,
reconfigures her angles
to her own liking,
sets things right,
sets things free.
Poem ©2025, Jen Payne. Photo by Miguel Á. Padriñán. If you like this poem, you’ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!
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