The Spaces Between
by E. Cate Cameron Bridging the spaces between A causal nexus Tending heart and mind Curiosity begs conversation and Sorrow invites sharing From the quiet place Seeking peace, understanding, and resolution. Making me laugh over coffee And the things I don’t know So many things Passing the wings and the chocolate Sculling through time I am left to wonder about your thoughts and feelings Sometimes more than I do my own. But my head is wild with books My DNA with adventure Scanning the next horizon Forever caressing the wind rose. But you, You were set in place by glaciers Steady as Polaris Your sculling a guide. Acting the fool I wanted you to think I was amazing Yet you stuck with me in weakness and anger Igniting humility Your peace and wisdom drawing me Like a moth to your flame. With the bioluminescence of your strength In the spaces between The universe is less mysterious Stars shine brighter Uncertainty is safer Nesting into the foundation of familiarity As the black-capped chickadee lands. Samhain and natal days at our door The air crisp with woodsmoke The sun is now indifferent Giving away to the moon Longing for a dip in the lapping waters Avoiding mosquitos Neither of us will leave this place unchanged. Decolonizing Feminism by E. Cate Cameron A ship on the sea Without a natal port. No longer the captain. He built the walls Which ceased to exist In the ebb and flow, Or doesn’t he know? A selkie cannot be tamed. A colonized failure, Displaced on the map of our fathers, Seeping, seething Jezebel Burning down walls Breaking free from the patriarchy. Blinding passion, Mesmerising, Vowing to never leave. Awaiting and praying, Sifting through broken promises On foreign shores. Insatiable longing, Another earnest display. Metamorphosis of the roots That weave and bind and tie. Crying out, “am I not the earth?” A narcissist’s unrequited longing Of luan synchronicity Darwin’s bailiwick Transmitted through the stones Of ancestral souls. Sacrificial? An impregnable cath. Stalled domestication, Feigned shame And diminutive failure. The cailleach are in flames, Drowning. But softer was suffocating, Piercing Rushing mortality Like the wide-eyed fawn. An irresistible beauty Rising from within the terror. And before the strike, The selkie sings. |