On Patriarchal watch the feminine is on trial – crimes noted, abetted, intervention and consequence murdered – suspects ride a pendulum where witnesses are criminal and
Bring my bundled troubles to the riverside, still and quiet, she listens, no judgment Stay calm, she whispers, change is coming, it always is, this
Where peace keep you, there the soul plays – Ask the sun her best day, the flower, her mind – open one moment, though another
Brightest, like frost, a moister dawn… Did I live in peace? Feel ancient life, forest sanctuary, stone moss? The that do like him soon rising
Path to peace is circuitous – having been modeled unrest, schooled in denial… Expectation envisions a grassy peninsula – gently rolling greens and tranquil blue
Day, no more than a sliver, casts a subtle glow on the path. A small bird tap-tapping on windowpane has awakened me, invited me out.