Today

The miracle of it
Its subtle influences
On my ways
My woman and ways

My hip
She dips a little deeper
Sways when I walk
And I hum along with her
Reach to a sensual world
Full of melt
Full of potential heartache

But the good good kind
Like bees making honey

And I ooze into my day
Like emerging into a hot bath

Like walking hot rocks down
into a cool lake
My arms bared to stroke it
To submerge into its depths
And climb its piney knees to the bottom

I am not created in the spirit of fearfulness
Trepidation will not cripple me
I comb it from my hair
And watch it spray the mirror

But of love and power
Brother Timothy hold my heart
My naked self beholden

To God and my conception of him
Consciousness in a black out space
Before the beginning was a necessity
Before the Genesis quaked
A landslide

These winter hills rumble with it
But my soul is still
Like the minute before the sound

I watch the sky gather in awe
My strength gathers with the force of it
I am beautiful here
Woman here

What will become of my spirit
My fingerprint already knows
I trace my destiny down my arm
And feel its fortune with
Goose fleshed anticipation

And I pray for someone to stand beside me
To watch the storm