On a Full Moon in May

 

Notes of a Therapist Part II

 

Our next meeting was on a night of a

Full May Moon, the time when the  planet’s

pull brings feelings bubbling to the surface.

For me it bode well, for her it was time

to broach her childhood; how would she describe it?

Were there things only a few knew that she

could and would willingly reveal to me?

Childhood was a storehouse of secrets she said

for she'd lived amidst a labyrinth of lies.

I asked how she'd coped.  She laughed because I

had for once made the therapist’s classic

mistake but she was kind and humoured me.

Sweet solitude was her saviour, she said,

along with music and learning and a

solid self-reliance. She said she read

all the time and she wrote copiously.

Books became friends and animals her constant

companions. She even talked to flies and

could make them leave a room (if she asked nicely).

I laughed until she told me Uri Geller

used to do the same. Laughter had loosened

us both.  Tissues for once were cast aside.

 

Cait O’Connor

 

 (Part 1 can be found here).