Sleeping Yamamba
Bodies in a row
Sleeping giants
women who read
dreams
women who draw
silence
women
who try to grasp
their limbs
with a grip so strong
it does not stop time
sightlines
unobscured by mist
The women
who try to return
the sleeping yamamba’s
transforming
uncanny gaze
The watching woman dozes too
Her breath
Not erased by the wind
The listening woman naps
All
their bellies swell
their bodies relax,
the sleeping big women
beckon
beyond the mountains
the women who do not sleep,
the women who wake