Everywhere I go

the women form

 

a cradle………

 

holding hands

across this earth

 

mothers, sisters,

aunts & daughters

 

joined in fragile

strength

 

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.