particular twilight

The air is warm and heavy with unbidden storm

Rain and sunshine warmed earth collide in an evening full of weight

She stands amongst the cicadas and angsty thunder

She stands and holds a hand to her chest in prayer

She does not pray for wisdom or peace, the plea for which so often pours from her soul

She does not pray for more money or land, for more babies on her hip

And she certainly doesn’t pray for quiet in her valley

She prays, eyes wide open, for more of this

For more of the beautiful weight connecting her to earth

More of the near tangible power in her veins

Like her and the universe are one

All the power in the storm and all the depth in the earth

All the love in the universe and God and thunder and trees

She runs too much, she works too hard and not hard enough

She is everything and sometimes late at night, nothing at all

But in this particular twilight , she is everything