Featured Poem: Stations

By Audre Lord

Some women love

to wait

for life  for a ring

in the June light  for a touch

of the sun to heal them  for another

woman’s voice  to make them whole

to untie their hands

put words in their mouths

form to their passages  sound

to their screams  for some other sleeper

to remember  their future  their past

Some woman wait for their right

train  in the wrong station

in the alleys of morning

for the noon to holler

the night come down

Some women wait for love

to rise up

the child of their promise

to gather from earth

what they do not plant

to claim pain for labor

to become

the tip of an arrow  to aim

at the harvest of now

but it never stays.

Some women wait for visions

that do not return

where they were not welcome


for invitations to places

they always wanted

to visit

to be repeated

Some women wait for themselves

around the next corner

and call the empty spot peace

but the opposite of living

is only not living

and the stars do not care

Some women wait for something

to change  and nothing

does change

so they change


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