Crystal

They gave me the name before it was all the rage

A Crystal, mixed amongst  the more traditional Linda, Donald, William and Thomas of my siblings

What was its meaning

From what flight of fancy did it derive

I’m sure I was told but it wasn’t a definite thing

The story given, a little vague

Eyes that sparkled,

Something about a soul and the universe

A much better answer than

Your father’s great aunt

Though that gives you good strong roots

This leaves you hanging, gives you wings.

Amazingly I was 50 before a person gave me a crystal

A rough unpolished rock with multiple offshoots

Multi faceted in the truest sense of the word

He’d brought the crystal with him from his homeland

Not sure why until that moment he presented it to me

Wrapped in a silken Thai cloth

His Buddhism training and the time he spent as a monk

Taught him to trust his instincts

He talked about “old friends” as in previous lifetimes

In his broken English,

Trying to make me understand

The connection he felt between us

We’d known each other only a month

But we’d been Old Friends since the day we’d met

I’d felt it too; not in a romantic way

Though he was handsome and virile

But as two who had shared a life

Perhaps siblings or brothers in arms

He told me he meditated about it

Its energy, beauty and mystery

And it started me thinking

Crystal – multi faceted with many rough offshoots

Is that who I am?

It took my Old Friend and 50 years

This poem contributed to
dVersePoets Open Link Week #8