CHILD-WOMAN MUSINGS

I
fly
float
In a jar of Air
Like a microcosm,
a Vacant
shell with
the cells of
my Ancestors;
and seeds
of my future

many come
many go
as we travel
within us
within others
in this macrocosm

With a white flame
in my sun
and a new Song
in my moon
a child-woman
of the month
of September;

sometimes

I am just
a woman
with
Nothing
in my head.