Lacquered Nails
 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