Think of her. She is woman -
the night or sea, a rainbow,
water under stars.
She is the magnetic pull
rooted in the moon,
luminous as a foreign sky.
She draws you closer
with every exhaled breath,
an opening or a lift to a world
that in this moment is ecstasy and blind.
At your feet her waters swell
and she rises to reclaim her lands,
her deserts and mountains, her sun.
©2012 Louise Hastings



