Question: Did you see that branch move?
It wasn’t normal. Then the birds
flew off all at once.
What was it?

Answer: She looks like the wind
speaks the tall dance
of the forest, laughs light
as air, whispers rage.

Question: Where did She come from?

Answer: She who was once the sun
now incites, seeds, spreads,
fires, screams, cyclones.
Invisible, she storms free,
her force unbridled now
as any mother’s mercy.

Question: What do you hear?

Answer: Her eery songs caress
the contours of the hills,
furrowed like the face

Of the old woman she is.
Wrapping herself around
this world and the other.

Question: What do you feel

Answer: She shudders, doors open.
A leaf of silver sighs. She
turns her breath on us.