Her Head Is Full of Poems

Reflection

Spare me of my emotions, of my mind.
I am responding to the goddess.

I bear a new way of holding uncertainty
as it flows through my changing brain
and transforms my language. 

Goddess is my midwife as I experience
this initiation into the other world.

I will learn to write without the words
that I speak. I will dance, make art,
create a garden, 

I learn to lose these words that have
flowed through me as poet, teacher,
and ritualist.

I will accept physical changes that
are important in ways I do not know
in order to move to the next stages
of my life and creativity.