I like a womyn with
a restless quality,
as if she pushes the boundaries of her gender's roles
with every step she takes.
as if the patriarchy
has dogged her heels
and she has been leading them a merry dance,
and though theyve learned a few new steps,
she will always be
out of their reach.
I like a womyn who
moves as if the tide
that rules her womb
also chooses
her route.
She is a flash of truth
on an ordinary morning;
to notice her is to waken,
a bit more,
to see a bit clearer,
to feel more truly.
I like a womyn who is
a question and an answer,
an invitation and an outsider,
who makes me write poetry simply because
her glance has fallen on me, like grace.
