SISTERHOOD OF THE BARBED WIRE MUSEUM
…we should have lassoed ourselves together
lashed down to weather the storms.
That pain in her eyes? It’s in mine.
The concentration of
wife mother woman left untouched
her mysterious hankering
—Rebecca Ruth Gould
Today I feel centered and time is a friend instead of the old enemy. It was zero this morning. I have a fire burning in my study, yellow roses and mimosa on my desk. There is an atmosphere of festival, of release, in the house. We are one, the house and I, and I am happy to be alone—time to think, time to be. This kind of open-ended time is the only luxury that really counts and I feel stupendously rich to have it.
…do I need to say
your voices are searchlights?
—Susan J. Erickson