SHESHE 

                                                                                by

                                                                    Susan Green

I sang with SheShe today

At the Thirty Fourth Street subway station!

I see her there, every once in a while,

Singing in front of the escalator to the B Train.

Where they have painted the once grey pillars in pastels..

Oh, how she loves her jazz

Her voice and body moving, …

Dipping, rising,

Talking to you…     

You know, just from how she moves

That the music is inside her -     

Lifted out in the song

She started “Summertime…” 

I stood by the sidelines,  not able to leave

But the song began to filter its way up inside me    

And out my mouth

She heard.

Turned toward me

Smiled, beckoning,

Allowed me in.

And we sang -

The two of us - 

Her deep power,

And my higher voice

Trying to be with her

And do what she did with the melody,

The words, the emotions, 

How she felt it.

Sometimes we were truly together

Loving being there

I echoed her… caught up with her..

And I was permitted to let the voice carry and 

Talk with hers.

Understand each other.

We hugged, when it was over..

SheShe invited me back.

I whispered how much I learned from her.

Oh, how next time, I will hope it is again,

A song I know.