Mimi Shea ’22, Finding Danu

Finding Danu

Yesterday, I felt the wings of a bee Brush my fingers as it fluttered Around in blissful curiosity, Until she finally sat and took From the juicy center of a honeysuckle rose.

Today, I watched a praying mantis Fall into oblivion, Only after bowing her head In the arms of a four-leaf clover And sobbing.

Tomorrow, I will listen as a raven Perches herself on the highest branch Of the tallest tree, To make herself known more By singing to her subjects and finally flying Down to meet them.

For eternity, I have and will witness The beauty of a falling art, The picture of perfection, Cracking against a beaten mirror. I will watch, I will feel, I will be.

—Mimi Shea ’22