A Medicine Poem about coming to the last chapter of my menstrual cycle.
I’m standing at the edge of a lakeThe warm water lapping at my feetMy menstruating years on the bank on which I’m standing.
There’s something in the airA gentle breezeA sniff of completion.
At 44 I relish this easeIt’s gentler than I thoughtNo drama, no resistanceJust nature taking her course
‘Yes’ whispers the wind‘Yes’ rustle the trees‘Yes, yes, yes.’
There’s a smidgen of reflectionThe ghost of what was.And as the noise of the last chapter fades,There’s this feeling…
LOVE. Yes. It’s Love.Quietly emanating, Gently, strongly, softly.
There’s nothing to do. I don’t need to dive in. I can just BE.
My body will change.My womb will transform. All of this I know. And then there’s this….
The Unknown The deep, rich ground of not knowing The erotic silenceAn invitation from The All and Everything.
‘Yes’, I whisper from deep inside, ‘Yes’,And the warm water gently laps my toes.