How do you judge the growth
Of a woman or a man
Wandering the mists of time
Leaving their stamp upon the land?
Is it in their words and deeds
Or the thoughts that are left behind
The “might be”s, the “will be”s
The treasures in the mind?
How do you judge someone
And decide if they are bad or good
Is it thoughts, words, deeds
Some vibe emanating in the wood?
When you gaze at a man
Standing by your sacred pool
What brings you from the shadow
So safe, dark, cool?
Is it the gentle maid
He so obviously stands to protect
Even though she has in hand
A sword of her own, well bedecked?
As the species grows and spreads
Can we only watch and wait
As they take over what was ours
And trust then to fate?
Should we emerge from safety
And reclaim our former place
Weaving mystery, making magic
In the spaces within space?
This particular poem actually took three months to have fall into place properly.