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
large breasted not
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
“I am you, I must become you
I have been you, I am always you
I must become you.”