The Sun Lady

A poem that represents a composite of two women; one, the tourist in Sicily you see in this image; the other, a woman I see frequently in my neighborhood, walking her dog with singular purpose. Both convey a sense of alluring mystery.

I glimpse her from afar, a silhouette etched in familiarity.

Yet hers is a presence shrouded in enigma,

Her eyes veiled behind dark sunglasses,

Her hair, concealed beneath a floppy sun hat.

Swift and confident, she strides with purpose,

Legs move in long measured marches beneath a loose sun dress,

A silent mission unfolds with each deliberate step,

Clutching a blue backpack cloaked in mystery.

Beside her, a small white dog struggles to match her pace,

A loyal companion in her clandestine journey,

She never glances my way, a mirage of purpose,

A puzzle, a cipher, disappearing from my gaze.

Lonely thoughts linger, weaving a tapestry of speculation,

A face, a name, a life imagined into existence,

For her power lies not in revelation but in concealment,

A beauty imagined, more potent than any reality.