Get up and rise
For the storm is over.
Hidden under the rock she stares,
Into the world. No ray has seen her body,
Kept deep within the earth. But now;
Her body eases and squirms out of the ground.
A newborn nakedness clothe her.
The muddy earth stick to her like fear did
All her life; and now the storm is over.
Her eyes drink the peace of the moment.
The earth is soaked old with sons
Young and old stuffed within.
She sits cross-legged and
Counts the sand; there is none.
She walks through fields and tells
Their name; they are none.
The wind blows but cannot be felt;
The dead lay bare and weep her name;
Cursed is she caged within life.
She stands there to know
She is all as living can be called.
