Eudaimonia rushed
to the gathering
before me,
Tresses flowing,
rainbow colored bird
on her shoulder.
Children gathered
round her skirt --
little hands reaching
toward the fragile bird.
I snuck in,
unseen,
unheard,
unnoticed
by the guests.
Laughter,
frivolity escaped
from tiny lips.
They basked,
drinking in Eudaimonia’s
essence.
I thirst behind their chorus.
*Eudaimonia is ancient Greek. It literally
means “to be with a demon;” one “who accompanies
each woman throughout... life, who is her distinct
identity, but appears and is visible only to others.”
