for abby :)

there is a
wild wind of connection in you-
always considering your devotion
to the promise of creation we made
when we saw our selves a part of it.
medicine woman, pound the earth and make it
your own. reach out to the height
of ecstatic volts we are the living form of.
to be a woman, surround the light
and comfort the path in stone. color the sky
as it lays down the night, knowing
this whole world waits for no one
so we drink it in to save for watering.
what we grow will sustain this one nation,
all of us under the god within,
our healing hands open against the earth
and you show me, grinning, to
face the approaching rhythm we feel-
made of only the divine thing:
the love for what's inside,
and the longing to make it real.