And Then She Readies

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She’s been coming apart before us all

Before we could
get a good look

At who she was when wrapped in robes of roles

That were never
written for her

And she shooketh her head
and it dropped
down her back,
her quills still wet
from being up
then being down
then being at them,
being in and of them.

But not for long.

For now she has
pink skin anew
and eyes sized for Moon
and for Her.

And be it fragile, damp and wee, but
It is not thin.
It is but the bit you see.

If she should show you
the full length of
women wise,
sisters harvesting bulbs and
sprigs from when
day became day
and new was only
all there was.

If she should

Know you be among the whispers and
the instincts old as Sun,

The thing that crawls around veins and dances
To the sound of the earth beating in Her chest

Readying her for
what she is to be

What She has been ready for already.