*In response to Patty’s blog post on Connections at http://www.campbellsworld.com*

Can’t avoid the web
fingers hearts and faces know
Soul’s the common thread

Words are the breadcrumbs

Seagulls seek in their circling

Vast blue forever

On One Foot

…brief updates about me and those I love

*I am delighted to let you know that my second volume of poetry, One Glittering Wing, is due to be published this month.

*silver-haired blind lady doing cartwheels*

You’ll find the back cover matter below.

*J and I just celebrated our 41st wedding anniversary. And while it never entered my mind at the time, I certainly chose the best partner for me when it comes to living in a deserted island kind of situation.

*And while we are on the subject of seclusion, I can’t help marveling at the depth of communication I’ve observed lately–between my friends, my kids, even my grandkids. It seems to me that not being physically present with loved ones pushes people to speak their hearts more openly, more sincerely. Take a moment and listen …and let me know what you hear.

Wishing you sweetness and peace,

**Back Cover Matter**

In her 2019 collection, One with Willows, Joan Myles brings fresh meaning to lines of traditional Jewish liturgy. Here, in One Glittering Wing, she turns her attention inward, trusting us with playful, prayerful, mournful, powerful poems which speak her deeply. Thank you, Joan, thank you.

Ada Molinoff, Ph.D., MFA

Joan Myles has always been a child of wonder as well as a spiritual seeker. When she lost her sight at the age of 12, these qualities and writing poetry saved her from despair. And once blind, her spiritual seeking took on a deeper, richer dimension. No longer was Divinity somewhere out there. She felt God to be merely a whisper away, as near as her own breath, her own raptured sigh, evident in her experience of Nature’s wonder and delight and most emphatically, as Love.

Joan and her husband currently live in Oregon, where she continues to delight in the wonders of Life Divine, and in the magic of words.

Reflections

Yes, my head is in the clouds

And my feet reside there too.

My eyes are another matter entirely.

My eyes are fixed on the mirror

Suspended in mid air,

And etched into the moon’s face.

Clouds shift and configure themselves

According to the wind and rain,

And my reflections

Configure me.

*You may contact Joan at jmyles63

Beggars come calling

Their hands shaped like parting smiles

Or angry kisses

Spider glides through space

Any time and any place

Weaving table lace

Silken thread of light

Mingle day with misty night

Shimmer strong and bright

Spider glides on air

From tree branches to my chair

Swinging on a dare

Poems sing themselves

Flutter down to waiting feet

Seldom lingering

Each day a poem

Skipping through daydream puddles

Sharing the splashes

We are surrounded

By loved ones we collect

And those we reject