WOMAN

Photo by S. Auberle - Artist Unknown

Browsing through old files, came upon this poem, written some years ago. A bit strange, but I like it, so here it is, since nothing new seems to be coming...

WHEN GOD BECAME A WOMAN

Another white dawn,

God feels Her bones spin.

Suddenly She is undetectable

in space, descending

past the morning moon,

breathing again.

She goes slowly,

goes green,

nurtures seeds and genius

without logic.

She is drunk on joy,

delicious, absurd,

writing poems

one word a day.

Tomorrow

She will choose ten colors

and paint the dawn.

- mimi