What if I got swallowed by a word?

What if the word

opened so wide

my whole being fit inside

and I slid down the curves

and zigzags of its letters

and landed in silence,

in nothingness?

What if the word tried to spit me out

into a thought

and it didn’t make sense,

and the thought ricocheted

from boundary to boundary,

 horizon to horizon

from beginning to end

of the universe looking for just one soul

who would understand it?

What if woman was the word that swallowed me?

My thoughts come in pieces. Much like a quilt, A variety of textures, colors, shapes sewn together bordered with the essential woman wherein my spirit is wrapped. I can introduce myself as one who lives in this world in a physical form. It would look like this: My name is Suzanna Marie, named after my mother, Anna Marie, youngest of eight, sister to five brothers and two sisters.  I am a mother, a wife, a retired/rewired teacher, a neighbor, a friend, a poet, a writer, a maker of schtuff. But to introduce you to my spirit, you would have to walk along side me, engage in conversation with me, stay awhile. There is nothing more beautiful than women gathering together, celebrating their edification of one another, their fearlessness in being swallowed by the word woman. Welcome to Crowing Crone Revival.