This Tribal Dance

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In this tribal dance of motherhood

that disrupts

the pattern of my breath, my own

secret places bring forth daughters. Wildly demanding

 

all of me and more,

they move from the fullness at my breast

to their rites of passage. Their flow

of blood and passion

 

seals with ceremony in my soul,

their place as other.

 

My ritual dance moves slowly as I,

whirling,

spent,

return

to my singular rhythm.

 

And as my womb closes

with the changing seasons, I watch

my women begin

their

own

dance.

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