Without

 

Without breasts

a woman's heart

rounds and softens her body,

bears her milk.

 

Without hair

a woman can fully feel

receive sunlight, 

is crowned with the smoothness

of her scalp.

 

Without legs

a woman moves

with song and thought.

 

Without ears

she hears

what words

obscure.

 

Without eyes

she is not limited

by the confusion

of objects, color.

 

Without uterus, ovaries,

she spawns wisdom

with the turn of the moon.

 

Without her life's breath

a woman becomes earth,

the bearer of herb and seed,

rock and ground root.