After the sun looks away
I meet her on the road
From borrowing a few embers from the other her
She hurries past me into the dark path
The hot platter on her hand.
I know her mind is calculating,
Her heart racing,
Time is confined under the moon.
Moons and stars and eyes of the night do not see her
Neither does she notice them;
Her eyes unseeing,
Her ears unhearing,
Her back groaning and numb after the day’s loads,
Her toe tips still in pain: maybe a nail is rotting
That steep hill up and down under burdens
In the aged tight shoes will eat her legs away.
Hurriedly she prepares the night food
Serving in hush to her people.
And harshly chews her.
Time is bereft under the moon.
In bed to rest her body and wander her soul
Her mathematics begin: in navigation and vectors, across algebras and angulations,
She comes to answers; some to naughts
In every last trial, and in deep thoughts
Her past lessons;
Her today’s experience;
Her future anticipations.
What happened to her life’s fortunes?
Her dreams and yearnings, her talents and visions;
Wishings and fantasies, great will and abilities
Full life, of knighted husband and angelic babies
Long ago time passed
Long ago overtaken by priorities
Long crushed and stomped on.
Her husband’s life she lives,
Relatives she narrates;
Her offspring: her breathe and life.
Her community web she knits daily as her own life
Its only while after the sun has looked away
And moon shakes from her slumber in shine
Does her get to live her life;
Overturning and raking her fantasies
Sleeping on her yearnings
And waking up on her wishes
When the Sun looks away
Her gets to be woman in her own taste and liking;
Her dreams those of a Her Woman.