11 Mar A poem to honor Phenomenal Woman’s Week and event, 3/13, at Ah Haa

Because You Asked for a Light:
A woman is not a light
switched off and on.
She is an unruly photon
with her own sense of arrival.
She settles in the west
when she feels so inclined.
She is incoherent moonlight,
riddled waves on a shoreless sea.
She shimmers as she swims,
her dark surfaces glassine.
She may try to cloak herself in copper,
might seal her words in wet cement,
may damn that relentless shine.
No use.
Rather than forcing herself
into sullen walls she attracts an opening
and escapes, her orange tongue
licking the wind.
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