Woman

woman
 
This is the hour,
the quiet moment,
the don't in a hum of rain,
the face and breath of me,
hair unbrushed,
house swept,
the gentle care
of creating space
and resting in it,
spine craving realignment. I
hazard a guess
this may be my best day yet
of being anew -  
the place a little more
fine,
mine, it's gifted
a steadiment of mind.  
I've found washing the roof a comfort today,
playing piano,
recycling,
showering,
weighing down,
writing -  
it has become a plausible universe;
in being such I am less uneasy to swim,
more able to be proud of myself for self love,
the courage to say no,
a courage that comes from banshees
not women, those infinitely terrifying beasts,
meant to be reined in.  
 
I call her. We chat change energetically,  
the world continues to be round.