Orange by Nancy Schatz Alton
“I am lonely for myself.” -Crysta Casey
All along I was not alone—I was with myself
walking — making conversation — waiting for someone to fill me up
yet here I was: orange center right in my belly
red heart, green chest, blue throat, an indigo cloud that took my head off.
I am, I am a tree & I meet myself in the forest
I’m a tree taller than the length of my vision
covered in moss—I hold myself
while my husband waits.
All along I saw my reflection — greasy skin in my glasses
I was so patient waiting for my best friend to arrive
thinking if I was my best self
this best friend would never leave.
Now I’m startled as I place a call to the world
and I answer — the sound of my voice
strong enough to meet my orange center
in an embrace: hello.