Poem - Power of Animal

This night
I open my window to the moonlight,
to hear the coyotes calling
across the divides of suburbia
from their open space.
Then I open more and can hear Birth sounds calling,
familiar echoes that our grandmothers heard too--
That indigenous power
straining against the measured and manicured landscape of the fore brain.

Some fear that wild animal
who walks in the dark
to the song of her own breath and moans--
who freely gives life to her child--
by the strength of her in-born hormonal nectar,
well-fed uterine muscles, and
untamed womanly instinct.

--by Terra Rafael