sometimes she is filled with light

            sun light                                                moon light

            radiant light

rainbow light

sunrise light

sunset light                   

the kingdom of the oracular

sometimes she is filled with dark

                                                forest dark

                                                                        jungle dark

                                                                                    a green so dark it is

almost black

   the forbidden that never is

always a path way ahead/behind

inside/outside

before/beyond

now/then/and

                                                                        outside

of the way we measure

like walking on your hands

she sings to you

& you know the voice you know

the song she sang to you before you were

the rush of hidden water

what weeds sing when the wind rides them

she touches you with soft fingers of fog

caresses the part of you that always asks

until there is nothing left

only iridescence held by surface tension

it is being inside her mind

it is being her mind

just now

just then

and just

   so

—Laura McCarthy