wind whistles through spaces in rib cages
making bones sing like reeds on a salty marsh
in late november.
i stand in the moonlight, bathing
my skin in glow -
and the frogs calling for me
peet peet
we are here Now!
remind me that i am
solo sky warrior healing woman
sister stern mother
cold and brilliant
those who would dare to reach
dare to hope
dare to dream of being Man enough
to travel to the moon
to embrace her as an equal constellation
in her space.
those who braved the cold
and turbulent times from there to Here
would know her face to be warm
and the shape of her elbows perfectly suited
and waiting.
making bones sing like reeds on a salty marsh
in late november.
i stand in the moonlight, bathing
my skin in glow -
and the frogs calling for me
peet peet
we are here Now!
remind me that i am
solo sky warrior healing woman
sister stern mother
cold and brilliant
those who would dare to reach
dare to hope
dare to dream of being Man enough
to travel to the moon
to embrace her as an equal constellation
in her space.
those who braved the cold
and turbulent times from there to Here
would know her face to be warm
and the shape of her elbows perfectly suited
and waiting.
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