A Poem by Sharon Fedor

Perigee

You amble out,
celestial glob,
put on your pitted
smirky face,

And yet they kiss,
they laugh and touch,
they ramble on
in easy pace,

You practice more,
you snarl, bare teeth,
and wobble wide
a Western stance,

But they are loathe
to back away,
they find you still
at every chance,

They love you so,
they seek you out,
but you will not
stay dim, undaunted

You grow wild
in size and glow,
and then, aghast,
they tremble, haunted.

Sharon Fedor spends her days engaging students officially designated as fascinating and unique. She nudges them toward calm competence and creative expression. She promotes the joy of discovery. When she is not teaching, you may find her conjuring images of her own for her first collection of poetry, or walking her dog, Inga, amid the horses of Tree Tops Park in Davie, Florida, where she lives with her husband, Michael, and texts her daughter, Chloe Noelle, student of violin, in NYC.