Connections

Intuitions combining

Consciousness into the realms

Of what may be tomorrow

And ideas

Polarities

Founded, unfounded, 

Unwrapped, unraveled, 

Re-twisted

Into girl-scout knots

I find my belly

Woman

Firm in some places

flexible in others

and I am not reckless

And now

It does not define me

Whether or not

It is

Or is not

And the wanderers

That sift their way out

Eventually

Will either be

Or find a way

And we will all intertwine

And we will all find a way

And the drops of rain chase the falling air

With conviction.