Goddess looking up, sowing mercy

Goddess looking up, sowing mercy in the shadow she broadcasts like seed, left hand sifting the infinite satchel she wears at her hip, fingers praying each grain as she yields them to soil. On the valley’s blank page, they punctuate the language of wind, shape its words into clauses the trees can understand.

As she sows, first light parts the mist, whispers her name. Right hand to cheek, she translates the matins’ caress into the psaltery of her skin. Her body sings azure the tone of a mourning dove’s elegy across the cosmos she upholds with her dreams.

(After J. Kirk Richards)