ARRIVING

There was a wild woman in the garden -
Birds on her head
Neck-deep in dreams
Knee-deep in mud.

Laughing the winds down to whispers
Her body shook the earth
From the bottom of her feet
Into life.

Wrestling with the tyrants of the dark 
Her muscles tore to strings
And her blood 
Shed warm light.

Loving from every pore and cell,
Her body exploded