Sharon Brandt


Wild Women
We braided each other’s hair and ran breathless
Through lush jungles, rain soaked as the trees
Spoke to us of our ancient sisters,
Their whispered secrets, hushed yet sacred,
Carried through the ages, mist of our history
Hovering around us, a thin sheet we used to
Tuck each other in at night,

We ate sweet nectar, drank the spring rain,
It tapped on our tongues and shoulders as it told us to
Look up to the stars, a map of the undiscovered
Awaiting our curiosity to bring us up there,

We danced with the spirits of our past through
Mossy jungle floors, life-lines extended by the
Deep roots dug into the life-giving soil,
And painted our own paths with the
Watercolors we mixed under waterfalls,
Sweet berries and fresh stories serving as our pigment,
And we never forgot what was,
And we never forgot where we were going.

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