Dear woman

Dear woman
are you spreading yourself
out on the floor
as a play mat
for the 5 year old
long silenced girl in you
to spring out, play, and be
the fountain head of your joy
splashing and purging you off
all you don't need?

Dear woman
are you planting your feet
in the forest of your dreams
stretching arms for your fingers to alchemise into fire flies
for fire enough to illumine
and burn the unwanted?

Dear woman
are you measuring your fragility
in stone
and density in petals?
In short, dear fellow woman,
are you already becoming
your own man?