Like a Woman
if I find the words
will I change, will I
not panic at the small
will I not jump
at surprise
if I can speak the lesson
of my life
beating
can I open up enough
to read the hieroglyphs
on my inner screen
can I wake from
this heavy handed
voice
zen master
with a stick?
Mary North
title is odd, but trying to make suitable for a theme in a journal which i hope doesn't know i have a blog....it is a soaking kind of scene outside, an excellent day to seek discipline and work on some scraps of poems.
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