I Was Knowledge

 

I was knowledge

before

I was made

 

now resting

in the red apple of

my  ♥

 

I am an urn holding

the entire sea

 

waves are my thoughts

storming to be

born

 

again and again

until

 

I get it right

 

J. Pratt-Walter, © 2024

Standing on the Shoulders of Time

This is what we were created for, Crones!

Children grown, society and workplace duties

all behind us. Sterling wisdom—awake!

Our world needs us to stand tall as Sequoia, to remember

and strive for justice, to fight for critical change.

To heal.

Let us claim our wisdom, turn loose our Kraken-powers

against the assault of Mother Earth.   We all know

what is wrong.  Everything we do matters.

Everything.

Raise our collective voices!  Come Crones and Spinsters,

come Grandmothers and Hags!  This is our moment,

this is our planet: caring together with purpose.

The shoulders of time are calling us to stand upon their height--

This is what we were made for, Sisters!

J. Pratt-Walter, ©  2024 

Photo by JPW, Pride Parade

The Call

When Love rings will you pick up the phone?

Will you heed the call, rattled and raw?

We are dying all night for lack

of Love.  I might be

too weak to lift the receiver

alone.

Are you strong enough to listen

for Love’s lost voice as reason and shield?

Will you gather up the plea

in your wise worker's arms and

spread Love like sun all over the fields?

J. Pratt-Walter  (c) 2020

Being Found

 You can’t play hide and seek

with yourself forever.

Eventually the thunder reaches into

your secret hollows and slumbering roots.

   

       Eventually

       the years jump out to meet us,

       whether we accept them or not.

The rest of the task is learning which side

a gate opens out on while unlearning

what it meant to be lost.

J. Pratt-Walter, ©  2019