Foraging Into the Night – Woman Shines Hope Eternal on Medicinal Magic

uncle's words to Heather upon her 21st birthday

Born under shadows of
scorpions, high desert
Dutchman’s lost saguaro
mine, she unfolds, mother
in the sweet sweat of birthing
father pink-faced with joy

she unwinds, like daddy
long legs, the Sonora blistering
yet she culls the Irish,
Brethren of Germanic tribes
she grows into bombastic
athletic harmony-loving
child, girl, baptized in
sun, the waters of love

there is Phoenix rising
the penetrating crystalline
rhombus-shaped future
her destiny like a drama
full of intensity, body to
the court, basketball
sort of a religion

inside, the unyielding
love yearning, learning
one day, a mist
takes her away
across the Atlantic
the old continent
troubled seas from family
yet she dances, follows
the heart of science
hoping to heal

dogs and her roots
barren place, but
family keeps the fecund
folly, frolic, father holding
age, mother holding sage
both harmonious
child their talisman

surging thoughts of
caring, at a cusp
realizations, forging ahead
to learn what’s behind
history plunged in
her every thought
but for now, veins
vessels, anatomies
forward toward
Hippocratic, mother
father reminders
there are simple ways
penetrating hearts
hands caring mother
father plows earth
gardens of joy
the girl-woman
latches to her heart
storms to be weathered
excitement, murmurs

Paul Haeder's been a teacher, social worker, newspaperman, environmental activist, and marginalized muckraker, union organizer. Paul's book, Reimagining Sanity: Voices Beyond the Echo Chamber (2016), looks at 10 years (now going on 17 years) of his writing at Dissident Voice. Read his musings at LA Progressive. Read (purchase) his short story collection, Wide Open Eyes: Surfacing from Vietnam now out, published by Cirque Journal. Here's his Amazon page with more published work Amazon. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.