Matriarch Thought
We begin to die when
we decide to live, so go ahead and
use up your Vitamin A and serotonin…
wise, ancient, Mother Willows are hot. Drooping
brows and breasts are a gift from an honest wearing of gravity.    
 
Guru Thought
We need to drink the fermentation of
our possibilities before
passing go, collecting  $200, and beginning our time
of change. Yogurt is good for you,
even when it’s plain.    

Excalibur Thought
We are allowed to sit down, as long as we
stand up, hearing the whispered base of
what our Foredaddies meant when they pointed
fingers and declared that any of us
seeing stars and sharing striped air
must pick up the heaviness of domestic peace by
reading and polling before allowing
a stranger to most of us
decide who among us
must settle for off-brand, 1-ply TP or
wipe up with an unsafe, septic clogging, white flag 
often used during times of bless-ed soiled surrender.
Warning: This is an example of poetry inspired by a group of women, talking on Zoom about the weather. No juju, star charts, or Red Dye were used in the making of this art.