Making One

it was one of those times when the wind

was blowing just right and the moon was in

her appropriate phase so that as these women

came together each utterance danced with the

next then combined with the sweet doce on their tongues

they made love to the music in a movement so touching

each one felt as if some goddess lived in her

bones writing the scripts of the paths they were

taking one by one they lay their burdens down

in front of each other on the table which swallowed and turned

the heavies into  daffodils you might say not one of these writing

women left walking so light…each took to flight in her own connected way

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “Making One

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s