Day 319: Wander Woman

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wander, woman,
wander on
this world won’t bear a home,

though camps we make
and tables set
our spirits ceaseless roam.

the cradles break
like spring sealed earth
we gentle sprouts, disrupt

and pack our lunches
hastily
from emptied tables
and cisterns supped.

 

see mothers how we wander on
unlearnèd from your lead.

 

see fathers how we dresses don
in search of fathers’ seed.

 

when husbands fathers soon become
a child we’re remade,

but children grown
though crookedly,
cannot be children stayed.

 

o help the homes
with dreams we built

for waking up

we dreamers wilt,

 

parched by barren grounds
of duty and deep doctrine,
by roles that we’re kept locked in

in plays without a curtain.

we’re more than this…                    i’m certain.

 

from every pore,
unlock the doors,
turn cover on your tome.

wander woman,
wander on,

this world won’t bear a home.

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