In the company
of my sisters,
I have known
such a wilderness
of torment and infatuation.
Some sad times,
I stand in my truth
and my sisters let me sink.
My feet grow heavy; heart blue.
I fear they have forgotten
We are all we have left.
I water their feet with my tears,
they perk up like thirsty lilacs;
alert persistent, adoring.
Their love burns and softens me
and we are back
to our beginning as goddesses,
as authors of the seasons,
as the mothers of Jesus.
I cannot live without my sisters.