Womb to Womb

Womb to womb
The knowledge passes
There is no other way
It could have been

Sisterhood is not a myth
Or if it is it has achieved
Its mythic size and shape
O’er countless generations

In secrets whispered by
Small flickering fires and
Painted on the walls of dark
Caves through the ages

Many of us they reviled
And burned as witches
Frightened by our woman’s
Power and our magic

And even now when we are
At a far remove from caves
Still I teach my daughters
In the ancient secret ways

Men speak of wars and
Weapons and of conquest
But it will be women who
Determine our survival

We Are Better

Sometimes I feel as though
I’m living on the inside
Of a tesseract ~ watching
The chaotic landscape
Of my life whirl by
In a kaleidoscopic frenzy

Where is the peace which
I had hoped for in my
“Golden years” ~ the feeling
That the Earth beneath
My feet is stable and assured
My dream of a better tomorrow

I look around me and I see the
Selfsame fears on others’ faces
As we listen to the voices of
The experts we still trust
Their dire warnings tinged with
Hints of even worse to come

Though I do not like the grim look
On the face of Rachel Maddow
My personal barometer of
How bad things really are
I have to believe that there is
Still hope for our survival

One cannot be a Pollyanna
And yet is it not worse to live
In fear and cede control
Of our emotions ~ along with
The reins of government and
All the rules of common sense

We are so much more than
The sum of our political parts

 

(Simply put, a tesseract is a cube, in 4-dimensional space. You could also say that it’s the 4D analogue of a cube. It is a 4D shape, where every face is a cube. . . . scienceabc.com.)

What Will We Leave Our Children

As vile as we
Are beautiful ~
Still ~
I think the
Human race ~
Has earned the
Right
To go on ~

If you judge us
As a whole ~
And not by the
Evil causes
We’ve espoused
From time to time ~

The great majority ~
Though not as
Silent
As it once was ~
Is made up
Of those
Just like us ~

Who want the
Same things ~
Feel the same
Emotions ~
Bleed the same
Color ~

Can we not try ~
Here in this
Eleventh hour ~
To choose what
Is best
For us All ~

Will you not
Join together ~
So that our
Children
Will have
Air to breathe ~