She Is A Journey

She is a journey
her sunken valleys
moundy hills
veiny rivers
amniotic seas
teary lakes

she has been traveled well

her foreign countries
city dressings
skirted villages

domed chapels
worshipped at

she has led strangers
up her paths,
stopped invasions
of private homes
barred door
to her vestry

she has invited friends
to come up buckled and creased
old skin sidewalk
for chance visits

she has been mapped
by love’s fingers
shaped by madmen’s hands
surgically shifted
by rusty scalpels

she is her own adventure
routes, well-traced,
are carved in the canyons of her heart

 

5 Responses to “She Is A Journey”

  1. Oh beautiful! The Mother and women in one poem. You made my day.

  2. Thank you, friend. We are so connected, are we not?

  3. I showed your poem to a friend and she said, “That is you.” More connected than you know.

  4. Please come and read my blog. I will try to find your email addy and send mine to you.

  5. Oh, I would love to share your blog. Yes, please do send it. Awesome to know another out there in the big wide world.

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