Inspired by Mary Ann Wilson

Patience drove the mule,
breaking furrows to sow
their lovers dreams in stony ground.
Her hands molded to the
curves of wheel and plow,
molded to the sweep of Sarah’s waist.

Sarah saw the world clear.
Her eyes and artist’s brush
painted her vision
with the sweet-light of a setting sun
and the ash-soft glow of moonlit fog.

Born to walk awhile under a different sky,
these women crossed the earth like water.
Made no secret of what was between them.
Bound in the intimacy of winter light,
of fragrance in summer shade
where mysterious sparks reveal themselves,
a rare benediction to the full flush of passion
before the tumult of sisterhood.