By White Bear Woman
It is night.
Morning will come,
but now, everyone I have ever loved
is sleeping.
My eyes are open, caught
between heart and mind,
breath caged and still.
These hours when the body
longs to fly
are the most holy and
most fierce.
What makes us dream and
what makes us wake
holds still deciding.
©2001 White Bear Woman
White Bear Woman has been writing poetry for most of her life. She has also been a university teacher, a carpenter, a cook on a fishing boat, a kayak guide, a licensed masseuse, a restaurant owner and more. Whatever she does, she doesn't dabble; she plunges all the way in.
"I follow my passion and my heart and they've led me through my life," she says. "I haven't stayed on one path because different things have gotten my attention. That's where my poetry comes from --that place." She has had five books of poetry published.
All work by White Bear Woman