I Sigh

It has been awhile since I posted. I haven’t forgotten about this blog, but my mind was needed elsewhere though sickness and a move. I was never far…but am back now, ready to share my thoughts and words. Happy reading!

I wrote this poem in response to the Supreme Court hearings and subsequent vitriol that followed. I have been muted, a bit, and feeling quite helpless. So of course, I found my strength and courage through my words.

 

I sigh…

Today I move in silence. I am talking, but in silence.

Hushed.

Muted.

Isn’t that what you wish of me? To be here and to not be here?

A scary time for men, you say.

I sigh in my soul. Deep and ancient this noise is, it rattles.

And awakens something.

And calls upon my sisters and aunts and grandmothers and girlfriends and daughters, and yes, sons.

I call upon them for strength.

You witches and midwives and feminists and truth-tellers.

I listen and move in silence, awaiting your song.

You whisper: we have been here before, always.

We dance together in that knowledge.

We survive and continue.

No beginning again with something like this, for it has forever been.

Patriarchy in all its forms. It’s crafty, as it runs and shape-shifts to accommodate its needs…of that moment.

And women have always been.

And good men have always been.

And the sunflower blooms.

And the earth moves.

And we continue on.

Storytellers, we write on the walls of humanity. We leave an echo.

Sometimes faint, sometimes roaring from the rooftops, but its resin is unmistakable.

We. Are. Here.

We. Are Here!

Just our presence is enough.

We are enough.

And you? Crafty shape-shifter of old…you no longer surprise.

You are simply no match for the roar and brilliance of our presence.