A Woman Stands

a poem dedicated to a strong and beautiful woman

 

A woman stands naked on the shivering hillock,

drumbeat heart pounds at gates of wounded pearl.

 

A woman walks, sturdy legs ticking

metronome rhythms upon the drumhead earth.

 

A woman dances, whirling and dipping,

ancient worshipping movements, new again.

 

A woman sings, voice soars to the edges above,

vibration pressing inward the morningstar.

 

A woman drumming, drumming, drumming a promise

for the future of the ready patient Earth.

 

A woman ready, full heart pulsing release now;

not yesterday, and not tomorrow.

 

A woman waits, relentless as tide,

moon tugging at limits, beyond, and beyond.

 

A woman willing, sunlight slanting through bulked thunderheads,

calm in the heart of her hurricane.