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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.
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