
Michaela
Bachelorette Baptismal
All my sisters gathered on the shore
To partake in the unleashing of our spirits
Souls swimming in the sea-soaked air
And rooting through the sand like painted toes
We laugh and it is a chorus of accolades, adoration, Exaltant voices undulating as response
To free women celebrating freedom
A goddess-cadre, the temple in our wake. I am surrounded, encompassed, saturated,
Wading in the water to embrace, bosom to bosom,
My mother, my birth-right, my renewal And my belly meets the waves, belly and breast to water,
Prone upon her gentle swells--light, cap'rous movements
Turn to twisting dives, a spell, a jig expressing answers
Sacred to true life, true love, true hearts.