Bridge Called (for @maiamedicine)

After Audre Lorde’s “Bridge Through My Windows”

With wireless string and titanium cans

We lace the time zones in unmetered song

For the sisterhood of thinking through this all day long

Some people call it

“stretched thin.”

They know not the substance of our skin.

We are each of us shorelines

Standing watch from sites another might arrive at or remember

We will never be

the same

unless we ignore everything

rolling ourselves into swallow

So we reach taut and weighted arm to arm to arm

As if we never wanted it to be easy

Taking as our model

Mother Harriet’s up all night thirst for stars.

And her warning

That no one’s turning back.