Musings From Vojanovy Sady

Poem from April 2023

Here is where she lives.

In the glistening nose ring, 

in the billowing silk scarf, 

in green blazers and chic clutches and Prada shoes

In the awakening leaves,

She’s in her tiny pink tongue licking baby lips and chubby cheeks

a grandmother living childhood twice again, 

a mother in bright red, a poppy, a carnation, a goddess incarnated

A wisp of grey on a smiling old woman’s contented sigh of 

all 

is 

as

it should be this 

sunny afternoon 

you 

see 

This spring 

This sun clock town

These trees of budding flowers, blooming leaves

She is blissful beyond her bemusing blue eyes

And her wanderlust doesn’t end. 

Button noses and 

smooth cream cheeks, 

encircled with 

tiny knit hats 

that match 

their 

plush 

pink 

puffers

A man,

Leather and ripped jeans –

Covered,

Wishing to touch this   fluffed white       partly cloud      of      paradise

Just one encounter with the puff of misty white

could recreate hope on the 

spinning wheel of time 

Women tend here. 

They touch the sand, 

see kaleidoscopic visions 

through 

the hourglass,

making touchstones for 

the women of the future

time

and

time

again.

Some have followed 

the lily pads to the 

darker 

parts of the pond,

where the water is drained of life

where it is crystal clear amber.

All is as it should be.

Show me your name, mother

For this is our land, our time, our see

Show me your hand sister, 

For this joy sings songs of high breeze

Curate my womb daughter

For city town or yonder

You

Belong

Lily

Pond

You

Belong 

In my song

You 

Belong

Everstrong

Three Daughters in Vojanovy Sady
April 2023