to be air

a free verse poem for Crucible: the stone womb of elderhood

Photo by Hasan Almasi on Unsplash

[Old Women] are the Earth, and the Earth is us. That is the nature of the deep, embodied knowledge which we can pass on to our young. — Sharon Blackie, Hagitude

Let there be sky
awe and sigh
bird flight
be moved
and shaped
taken away
by everything
butterfly wing
mountain ridge
sunshine
persistent low pressure
conduct bird…