If I turn my head quickly enough
I may see her;
lithe body rotating in graceful ballet.
seeing me, she will smile
If I turn my head quickly enough
she will be there,
arms open, beckoning me into her warmth,
welcoming me with her love
I dare not turn in her direction
I may be too slow,
her phantom dissolving into vapour
leaving me desolate
© Jane Paterson Basil