Wave of Solace
In stillness of evening when
lull and hush invite a holy ritual,
My cells, my being , my every heave
release the kiln of soft fire, as ivory light
comes “to flow out across the mother
of all waters,” gently tapping my pulse
“to lose myself on the black and silky currents”…
my hand blossoms in quiet meditation,
until I become a white evening woman
balancing myself between two pelvic walls.
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Contest:The Colors Black And White of Laura Loo
~inspiration from poet Mary Oliver’s lines
in “ White Night”
Resubmitted 2/18/2017
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