Last of the nail polish,
end of summer, beginning of fall.
Signs of life
sign of time
lacquer on the nails.
A measure. A measure of passing time.
The body reveals its pace;
the colour marks its movement
My baby dropped into the water
The length of summer unmeasured
The length of yearning unending
The blow of loss
The body retracts – moving on – passing
I apprehend the fragility
I perceive the animal that I am
I grieve the primordial cries of a womans’ loss
I sink into the soil
May that I grow again,
May that I nurture, love and empower,
May that I measure the unmeasurable