Kerri Shying R # 479 - when all parts come together play (for the Dainghadi women)

for the Dainghadi women

one and   now the next flame    lights     in the bright glass  steeples

of the votives    the room   relaxed    the smell    of warming wax

rolls across   steeps into woolen blankets   like tisane and spice 

it has been a long time   since candles   formed the base of any kind

of worship    love or otherwise     an underlining structure 

 when all parts come together   play 

element  of us  all    the basil the tomato of us      the laughing 

 touch of children  after decades   us   powerhouse   the women

of our place   tending to  what  needs concern us   we stretch 

we heal  recoup  the   corners   of our might    sing out a song

speak  in  blood     below the senses      call