For She Into Tomorrow

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We are the reason for thunder.

Why you feel right when it rains.

The resounding echo in the ribs,
pulling down hard on what’s between

What’s intervened.

What’s shed its coat for winter and
nuzzled into your nest,
into your warmth.

For you be Mother.

As all mothers before you, too.

You breathe in their cries,

you feed their fires,

you keep your eye on

she, and her,

and you.

You mother your sister.

And she mothers you back.

We know not why.

Or when until.

But it is for the she

born into tomorrow

that we steady today

On mountaintops,

and for the mountains within.

The crushing waves,

the rolling hills,

the corn that pushes up

from the dirt

and begs for sun

and begs for you.

So one day, you may feed your babe

and say to her

how she will one day

dig a hole

and breathe upon it life,

and feed for her and

for Her, too.