Loba at Turning

Point of Ripening, The Loba at Turning

Honoring the poet, Diane di Prima,

I share her words with you.

“Is there a myth for the female

middle aged

Hermes

large breasted not

quick footed

But

winged.

That rich time when the harvest

is not yourself

You no longer need

to claim it.

“I have come to know myself

I have gathered

myself

from everywhere”

“I am you, I must become you

I have been you, I am always you

I must become you.”

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