Steadfast by Marie-Andree Auclair

She tells of bones
that walk us,
unseen, obvious,
skull under scalp
shin bone, fibula, femur
so many bones
articulate us.

She stares in mirror
— candle glow —
spies her face
of twin caverns
quiet ponds
eye pebbles afloat,
tenderly examines
cheek bones
outline of skull
smooth sphere
except for angular jaw
two rows of tidy teeth
glint at her.

She breathes in
bones’ solid peace
that will outlast her
and tell.