Shadow Woman

  These fields were fertile long ago When I could labor hours ten. Now they trip me, walking slow, For no more harvests I will know. Where was this Shadow Woman then? Was she in the dew-wet dawn? Waiting there and knowing how When days had passed and years had gone My visage would become…

My Life in Water

I began immersed in fluid, floating freely, encased in the universe of beginning.  Nothing was required of me there, no consciousness, no choice, no understanding.  Slowly my universe contracted and I grew beyond its borders.  Without understanding, I knew narrowness was coming and I would be thrust into a cold, bright dryness, a perilous hero's…