Wild Woman

Wild woman working

Where does wild go

When woman is working

Where is work when woman is wild

Maybe woman’s work is to be wild

Where is wild when woman is serving

Limbs orchestrating a series of life-altering algorithms no app could ever calculate

Conducting traffic in closed parking lots in between tantrums

Sitting beside sisters vomiting in delivery whispering ancient airs of legacy

Maneuvering magnets no one will ever see

Vajrayogin-ing daily

What is woman if not mother

When does mother suffer

When wild isn’t freed

Soothing even the fisherman’s ego at the bottom of an empty bucket

Starving every need

Maybe woman

Mothers

Wildly

What happens when wild leads

The mother in me

Photo: Soul Sister in Central Park