Grand Rising

Our bodies are grand machines

Knowing how to navigate all the intricacies of being alive

Yet when I think of that word … machines 

Our bodies have so much more gentleness than that

The body can mother

Dripping golden milk 

Like the juice of the honeybee

And it smiles at small giggles of the baby it birthed

With grace and sweat and tears

Dancing to the beat of drums 

Sipping sweet juices of plums

Like Mother Earth our bodies are grand

Our heart beats the same waves 

That land upon our toes