And Again
A woman has as many beauties
As a cat has lives
To summon from the close, sleeping shell
Of possibility
Into the chill air of necessity.
The sea with its rough salt tongue
Has licked you clean.
First breath burns
Lungs newborn;
They fill and the old skin
Collapses.
Yesterday hisses in your wake
As your feet find the sand and you
Step into the next dance.
Forza!
Gretchen