Everywhere I go

the women form


a cradle………


holding hands

across this earth


mothers, sisters,

aunts & daughters


joined in fragile



to bind us.


All the places

that I’ve been


it’s the women

I remember most


looking out

for me


nursing sickness

healing wounds


like the earth herself

mother to us all


enthroned in

solitary blue


like some

omnipresent jewel


spinning in wonder.

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