I have always listened to women songstresses,
read women poets
enjoyed womens art.
I wonder if you’ll believe that perhaps I’ve been
looking for my own woman self and these women
have held my hands down long paths through
the forest, though some women collect the breadcrumbs
I leave behind to find my way. They know something
I don’t. They always have.
They collect hints of myself so I’ll never know.
I shouldn’t know who I am; I should just
create that which I am, throwing salt
over my back, hoping I turn out to be good.

12/31/2006

Posted on 12/31/2006
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