Made captive by circumstance

in the garden of our sex

let there be a resurrection

of memory’s flesh held in stone,

the Earth herself embodying

the records of this undoing.


A longed for freedom

now pulses with a courage

transparent as a string of worn pearls

from the sea of this misguided betrayal


For we have always breathed as one

in any way our souls take breath

birthing a life

that blesses all


International Women’s Day