I am a woman
Of infinite persuasion. I can cajole
Certitude from shadows, or a
Palace from a promise. Easy.
Clever, aren’t I?
See how detailed my deductions;
How fast I follow scent,
Straining at leash and
Nose to the wind.
Good girl.
Of course, the wind changes.
Rivers flow back or cannot be forded.
The trail is lost – still, I persist,
Resourceful and focused.
A new route is found.
Next I embroider tapestry moving:
History will sing its rich, vivid truth
(For what is more true
Than deceiving oneself?).
I will feel the relief
Of cloth nubbed with emotions,
Eyes gently closed, and
Fingers quite raw.
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