on sisterhood
river babes
rock hoppin’
sun baskin’
deep divin’
belly floppin’
swift tide ridin’
front flippin’
free bleedin’
peach eatin’
river babes.
two of us, 9 and 28.
bodies raised on the river
river raised us.
home in the river
home in each other
river water in our blood like
her blood in mine and mine in hers.
this place magic memories to us both.
me — laying, baking upon the black
shimmer of this ancient earth being,
floating between the rushing yuba blue and the shifting blue sky,
smearing red droplets across my smooth seat
and her — clambering up top its highest point
butt naked, squealing laughter
then squatting and peeing.
both of us laughing.
sun tired
rosy cheeked
quiet hearts,
another day up edward’s crossing,
done us right.
she is…
she is
fiercely here, meeting the still air with a sanguine somersault,
spiraling, spinning, ass forward into the next second.
try to keep up.
she is reeling, raucous and ready -
right at the edge of what’s next
unabashed, unafraid, untethered,
free, spontaneous becoming, the embodiment of Lila.
she is each moment
demanding your presence
each moment tugging at your arm, saying
be here with me now.
and again,
be here with me,
and now.
be here with me.
where did you go?
unapologetically insistent, be here with me!
sooner or later,
ego inevitably steps in, wanting the spotlight,
offended with your lack of attention.
she shows you your self obsession,
your addiction to distraction and numbing
and offers timelessness
if you’ll join the play for a moment
you think you are teaching her,
because she is a little sponge, soaking up your every word,
but it’s the other way around -
she is showing you how to be curious and candid
she is imitating, mimicking, trying it all on for size,
and entirely herself,
her own creation,
changing before your eyes.
she is tiring, trying -
and this is work. but it’s play.
get spun
into the whoopee cushion whirlwind
and forget you are a mere mortal
you are a saucy sorceress, a punk princess
you are making art. Without thinking.
you’ve been thinking about making art for months now…
and here she is, spitting out pieces, prolific, imperfect
and with each piece, improving -
she is unafraid.
life is happening
don’t wait, don’t hesitate
be here with her now
and merge with this moment.
