A Girl at Ten

Krista Lukas


– after Donald Justice


A girl at ten
Begins to throw open doors

To rooms she may wish to inhabit.
Standing on the threshold, she feels

A pull beneath her feet like sand
At the shore, waves lapping around her ankles.

And with a glance in the mirror
She catches sight of a woman’s lips mouthing
Her mother’s words out in the open
And that mother’s skin,

Still smooth with the invincibility of youth.
More girl than woman,

Something calls her, something from a great distance
Like daybreak’s glimmer

Of sun, reckless
Blazing the edge of an unclaimed coast.