Envisioning

A golden hawk am I,

thrilled to fly,

alighting to embrace

a goddess robed in gold

without a face,

who melts

kimono-sleeve to wing

into me vanishing.

In my vision the oak

rises majestic and strong as love.

The golden hawk

(a golden womban)

stands out-spread,

tail and body huge against its trunk. 

And cradled among branches

round and full, and framed

by crescent wings,

the sun becomes the moon,

becomes a crystal globe

in which spirals ever inward

the transparent boneless form

of a womban soul and body healed,

transfused in amniotic bliss:

the Future preparing to be born.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018