Hand in Hand
Miro Justad
you walk into the night
silent
the fog that mutes your feet
propels you forward
you walk into the night
solitary and unafraid
an old feeling of singularity
connects you with the dirt
for you are as empty and as full
as that rock over there
as everlasting as the rolling hills
along the starry path
from your daydream
she holds you in her soil
you hold her in your hand
mother of love
the universe caresses
in her you trust your deepest secrets
and to the trees
your
lies
find truth in her bark
you walk into the night
hand and hand with the moon
for you are old friends.
Miro Justad
you walk into the night
silent
the fog that mutes your feet
propels you forward
you walk into the night
solitary and unafraid
an old feeling of singularity
connects you with the dirt
for you are as empty and as full
as that rock over there
as everlasting as the rolling hills
along the starry path
from your daydream
she holds you in her soil
you hold her in your hand
mother of love
the universe caresses
in her you trust your deepest secrets
and to the trees
your
lies
find truth in her bark
you walk into the night
hand and hand with the moon
for you are old friends.
Women’s Hour
Elise Scribner
It’s women’s hour in the sauna and showers
Breasts paint the walls
And the lack of breasts reminds us of sickness and health,
And beauty.
The air vibrates
In the circular sauna
- my place of solace –
I am a young woman here
There, is copper woman
A grandmother
A young girl climbs up the steps with her mother
“Momma, I can’t breathe in here” she whispers
Womanly chuckles resound in the thick heat
Around the fire I look at the generations
And feel the concentrated feminine energy of these women
Gathered and glowing
Like embers
Too soon it’s time for the men to return
Before we can plan our revolution.
“The last exodus” we joke
as we scramble for cover.
My beautiful blood sister’s tears warm my heart
As she looks at me with new eyes
“Thank you” she tells me.
And we share a hug like no other.
Elise Scribner
It’s women’s hour in the sauna and showers
Breasts paint the walls
And the lack of breasts reminds us of sickness and health,
And beauty.
The air vibrates
In the circular sauna
- my place of solace –
I am a young woman here
There, is copper woman
A grandmother
A young girl climbs up the steps with her mother
“Momma, I can’t breathe in here” she whispers
Womanly chuckles resound in the thick heat
Around the fire I look at the generations
And feel the concentrated feminine energy of these women
Gathered and glowing
Like embers
Too soon it’s time for the men to return
Before we can plan our revolution.
“The last exodus” we joke
as we scramble for cover.
My beautiful blood sister’s tears warm my heart
As she looks at me with new eyes
“Thank you” she tells me.
And we share a hug like no other.