Ingenue, Both Human & Divine
Of course it rains where Ingenue lives.
No her childhood wasn’t marked by
constant wins or skipped grades in school.
Her days were sometimes dark as anyone’s
when loved ones failed or suffered,
when personal ambitions had to change
to fit the possible. She wasn’t set apart,
shown preferential treatment. Yet she
levitated. Barely, people claim. An inch
or two above the ground when she felt joy
or was sufficiently in tune with her surroundings.
No one who’s still with us can say
how far back she had that gift.
Maybe since birth? It could have come
when she attained precocious enlightenment.
She was a transcendentalist who quietly
invented the gravity trick. We haven’t
seen it like that since she did. We could wait
a lifetime for a person with that power,
and not see it again. A string of Ingenues
aren’t down at the temp agency,
waiting for a call about a job.
Todd Mercer was nominated for Best of the Net in 2018. Mercer won the Kent County Dyer-Ives Poetry Prize and the Grand Rapids Festival Flash Fiction Prize. His chapbook Life-wish Maintenance is posted at Right Hand Pointing. Recent work appears in: A New Ulster, City Brink Magazine, Clementine Unbound, The Lake, and Star 82 Review.
Editor’s Note: One of my earliest encounters with Todd Mercer’s poetry was an Ingenue poem titled “Didn’t Miss a Light” — now, nearly five years later, it’s a delight and honour to be able to share this new Ingenue poem with our readers. – Halima Ayuba (Laura M Kaminski), Praxis Magazine Online