Q: My smile swims slowly over a long cheek to an eye setting in dusk with its twin-star drowned in shade — what’s my name???

A: Your name is so far away from us, but you marry the gray mountain and cherish the earth even here.

Born in your air we cry; bearing our dust you sigh. You make twelve winds clear to us as the warm cloud is bright to see,

cry on our downcast fruits and grains and for our heart/mind and soul bring rain as we cry over mother’s father’s headstones to bless them.

Clothe us in directions so the way is always known.

Teach us by lightning not to strike the lowest women and men, thunder us awake so loud we rise from stupid fear and pray you in, in every breath

of female sky.