When the ninth wave hit
She came with it.
At the apogee of its curl
It was a cavern of ripples.
A hole which came slashing
Down upon the beach
With its gift to the world.
The goodly salt crusting upon
Her breast in deep lineage
To the Goddess, who gave
Her body for sand and sky,
Sprang forth rainbows
Of split sight, of divided deliverance. 
Then the waves crashed further
Upon her, eroding her form,
Each crumble stood in shadow
That stretched back from her
And away to mother,
To daughter, to sister,
To Duchess, to Queen,
To wife.

International Women’s Day takes place around the world today.