The Woman I Am
before I was the woman I am
I played in a dusty garden
between the rusty cars
and lavender
and made the world my own
the grass was high
and the sky
held the hum
of a solitary plane
and the buzz
of foraging bees
before I was the woman I am
I held my children to me
and for a while
they played and sang
under sun filled skies
and saw the seasons change
the breezes blew
and brought new
life to where the
leaves had fallen
and unhurried
beetles scurried
and now I am the woman I am
but not the one you see
but if you're still
you'll hear my voice
in the spider scuttling.
or in the sea bird's call
and know me
in the traffic's thrum
or on the open road
trees blurred against the blue
each day with promise new
this world I made my own
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