A day arrives in a woman’s life
when she is who she is.
inside her own skin
and makes no apology.
She comes out of hiding
as safe-keeper of the wild wisdom,
one hundred centuries
forward and back.
She mends the bones of her ancestors,
broken and muzzled,
who were laid to rest without wonder.
Cleanses their scarred hearts
with hot tears.
The dying shadows around her,
she feeds like hungry birds
with seeds of encouragement.
They lift up into the sky.
She sits in Circle with others of many colors,
allowing their voices to disassemble her world.
Raises a chorus of rhythm and rhyme
for passions that will not be heard
in any other way.
They vision together as One,
invoke the prayer of a thousand tongues
and stitch new scaffolding
for an earth reborn
with shark teeth
and angel wings.
She dares to be a fool for Love,
letting it have its way with her,
as it will,
as it must
with all of us.