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Stations


Some women love
to wait
for life     for a ring
in the June light   for a touch
of the sun to heal them            for another
woman’s voice    to make them whole
to untie their hands
put words in their mouths
form to their passages            sound
to their screams            for some other sleeper
to remember            their future   their past.

Some women wait for their right
train     in the wrong station
in the alleys of morning
for the noon to holler
the night come down.

Some women wait for love
to rise up
the child of their promise
to gather from earth
what they do not plant
to claim pain for labor
to become
the tip of an arrow   to aim
at the heart of now
but it never stays.

Some women wait for visions
that do not return
where they were not welcome
naked
for invitations to places
they always wanted
to visit
to be repeated.

Some women wait for themselves
around the next corner
and call the empty spot peace
but the opposite of living
is only not living
and the stars do not care.

Some women wait for something
to change            and nothing
does change
so they change
themselves.

– Audre Lorde

 

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