I am she
The saber-tooth, wounding comfort spots
‘Never think your work is done’
Sinking deeper into prayer
Feathers cleanse and winds whisper
As I call upon the sage
Wisdom coasting exhalations
‘I am she’
Words skim the waters
My core so fierce I bleed
Staining fingers that bribe silence
I burn
Nourishing earth with all I shed
I am linen, woven by the chief of stars
The cloth for inspired strokes
Imaginations willing me into existence
I am she
The deciding note
My howl stirs sleeping pixies
Sparking magic as wings chime
I am the symbol escorting the rain
The dramatic ending
I am she.
Crumbs in my belly button 