I caught a glimpse of her today
half-devoured by my wooden rocker

so petite
childlike

one tiny foot tucked beneath her
swaying her other foot

among ripples of lavender silk
playing

with rhythm
her delicate fingers

counting accents and
syllables

in mid air
and I recognized her

when she scrunched up her
nothing-of-a-nose

and the tip of her rose-petal tongue
kissed the air