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Hymn to Connections


By lunchtime
we’d booked our digs
made an itinerary
set up a WhatsApp group

labelled it with cute emojis
changed the profile picture
to illustrate the potential
of wild girls on tour

away from
our Husbands
our kids
our doctors.

Don’t get us wrong,
it’s not that we despise those things
but sometimes, us women peak
when we’re allowed to return
to the feral, intuitive weirdos
we are when we’re cut loose
from the kitchen

feeding our souls
as well as our bodies
in those safe places where
we can craft, write
look out on the deck
at countless stars.

There is part of me
that really values routine

I mean
it’s become two-thirds
of my personality

but then there’s that third—
that glorious, juicy third
that craves spontaneity

bigger adventures
grander climbs
with my kin

my own spectacular kind.

Do I know what I’ve done
to deserve these women?

No…
I don’t think I ever will

but I know that my heart
will never be still.


Written by Northern_Soul
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Letters to the Old Way
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