I love the quiet rush of night that
The dusk ushers in, with
The Blood Moon rising over Lake Shore Drive, and
My mind fleeting over that many sins...
My spirit flounders as it soars
I cringe as I lean in
I barely find my way outside
Prisons of my own making.
It’s worth the careful review
The deep feel treatment
The danger lurking! gut check
The wild imagination
The powerful question
What will it take for me
To fill my own cup?
From the constellations down to
My spotless counters and my
Cluttered altars
I’m shedding instability —
Building foundation —
Grandmothers! I carry your burdens to the court of History
And I still sparkle with joy.