- Vol. 09
- Chapter 02
Image by Monica Silva
Transfiguration
I see the form
of a woman,
earth mama,
ancient goddess of
abundance,
rounded belly,
umbligo protruding,
soft curves behind.
Her bronze body a trunk,
arms outstretched,
reaching skyward in praise,
supplication. Head missing
like Nike of Samothrace.
So many without voices,
soft smiles only imagined
by the scores of daughters
who follow.
Only after do I see
that she is a horse,
velvet-faced mare,
hesitant ears back,
muzzling sugar
from unseen hands.
Transfiguration
We see what we need,
dawn’s light
our gentle guide.