Poster

She is black,

Hope's silhouette on a yellow sky,

bathed by a distant sun,

feet planted on the whole earth,

arms raised in celebration,

white womb full, mirroring the moon.

This bright impetuous six-year old girl

demands lightly, "Is that God?"

"Yes," I say clearly.

"She's called “Goddess Remembered."

"Goddess?" the little one echoes, alert.

"I believe She holds the universe

safe in Her womb," I aver.

"If she has a womb she must be a woman,"

says her grandma, logically, amused.

"Or female at least," I muse," a turtle, bird?"

"She's always asking about God,"

her mother says, bemused.

"Tell her the truth," I say.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018