The Goddess
I feel her in the hollow
of my back as it merges
with the ground to form
a vessel.
The bowl has filled with blood
for many centuries.
She absorbs it like a sponge.
The blood sounds a chord
through sky calling keepers
who seed earth with light.
She yearns for the flow of
sweet water through her womb
so we gather to enact rebirth.
She swells with the fullness
of trumpeter swans
roosting in moist hollows.
@ Katherine Posselt 1998
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