We do not want to rock the boat,
you say, mistaking our new poise
for something safe.
We smile secretly at each other,
sharing the reality that for some time
we have not been in the boat.
We jumped or were pushed
or fell and some leaped overboard.
Our bodies form a freedom fleet,
our dolphin grace is power.
We learn and teach and as we go
each woman sings~ each woman’s hands
are water wings.
Some of us have become
mermaids or Amazon whales
and are swimming for our lives.
Some of us do not know how to swim.
We walk on water.
This poem is from the books Womanpriest: A Personal Odyssey by
Alla Renée Bozarth, revised edition 1988, distributed by the poet;
Stars in Your Bones: Emerging Signposts on Our Spiritual Journeys
by Alla Bozarth, Julia Barkley and Terri Hawthorne, North Star Press
of St. Cloud 1990; Accidental Wisdom by Alla Renée Bozarth, iUniverse
2003 and the audio cassette Water Women by Alla Renée Bozarth,
Wisdom House 1990. All Rights Reserved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem