juno

not a romantic
but a hopeless sardonic
slinging her wit from the hip
to shoot away the shame
that stood up to take its aim at her heart
hoping to wound her mortally

with ease she maneuvered around the barbs
ducking and diving
with a cool indifference
so incongruent with the gravity of the situation

as if a year would erase the memory
the scar
the reality
the no go zone
she so aptly avoided

i saw through her natural intellect
and quick humor
to the heart of the matter
a beating heart
with life and potential
interrupting her comedy routine

i saw through the jokes and cracks
to the fissure that would divide her body mind and soul
and rent from her the last shred of innocence she struggled to keep

singing in harmony
with the golden olden restored for all intents and purposes
i knew she was acting
I knew she would be a great one
larger than life
iconic to her peers searching for a way out

yet as experience has taught me
I knew it would resurface at another time and place
and then another crisis of comedy would erupt to tame the rousing giant
to rock him back to sleep
to sing him a lullaby
till the memory slumbered once again
and her concious pricked by the taint
would cause her to laugh so hard
she would cry away the thought of it