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.