Changing Woman came to me last night
Shed of her night-dark clothing,
she appeared in a cloud of vibrant moss green.
Green that pushes through black soil,
persistent, in its emergence.
Green, newly released,
still trailing shadow.
You are a writer, whether a word is written, or not.
You are a sacred dancer, in movement, or in stillness.
You are a wisdom teacher, even if for the rest of your life,
You remain in silence.
Marie Elena 2012
on the Temple steps
Heavy-breasted cauldron keepers
Gentle-handed womb sounders
Come home sisters, come home
Marie Elena 1998