As the stories drift away, As the ideas fade to nothing, You are gradually left naked As a newborn babe, Birthed to a universe That is mysterious, Ever-changing, Pregnant with possibility And silent as to what it all means.
If there was ever a natural order, It is the part of you that knows To press a wound to stanch the blood, That knows to place cool cloth on the forehead Of the incapacitated, That knows. Women have always been The knowers of this knowledge, Sacred protectors and keepers Of their children. Show… Continue reading The natural order
Through a telescope looking onto the past, A child laughs, Bathing with his brethren in the open sun. Through that same telescope pointed to the near future, The child withers, Swaddled with his mother at home. In the far future, The child and friends stand crouched and waiting, Wondering with the rest of… Continue reading A timeless question