In the winter of my depletion
you sent an invitation
to lie along your shore
the moon mirroring your face
on the deep purple lake
the darkness allowing your face to
appear on the quiet reflection
the snow was retreating into
the ground and my frozen heart
the trees stood where
they had always stood
their roots under the beach
tapping the source
the rock slowly allowing
itself to be weathered
it’s ancestors now pebbles
on the shore
their greatness worn to minerals
in the healing waters
the gulls silenced in the night
feathers puffed in protection
preventing their daytime
repetitive squawking
Just the silence of the gentle
lapping waves water coloured silver
and I knew that I could
conjure memories
in stillness and find
solace inside myself
where everything
I have ever been or
ever loved
will dwell

© Tanya Southey @Ordinary Poetry

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I went inside my cells
and found the strand
of the first woman
who created my mother
my grandmother
and all the women
who came before me
She who was created in
her perfection
who knew nothing
of this dangerous
wild world we now
call home
She who had
the love
the skills
the courage and
the ability to bring
forth all these generations
She had no idea of where
it would end
her cells multiplying
through generations
and that one day I
would arrive somewhere
in Africa and travel
to all the continents
including perhaps the one
where she first appeared
where she had witnessed
the wonder of creation
her unblemished perfection
unaware of the issues
we would face and
I found the calmness
in her cells and the joy
she found in nature
the happiness and wonder
she had for the world
and in that tiny strand of
her DNA that wove through my cells
I knew I could stand calm
in the raging storm
that is the world.

© Tanya Southey @Ordinary Poetry

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