I am those things

Clearly

I am the door

the sea 

and the cup

and we all know why

in the French language 

these words have the 

feminine article

but underneath 

the physical mysteries

of womanhood 

I am indeed 

all of those things.

I am the way through 

into the world 

of the imagination 

I can arc the lightning

also for others 

and seed the bed

of their harvesting ground.

I am where the kelp 

washes in the dark waves

where the sea salt brine 

numbs the pain in you

in the place you were wounded

bringing you healing.

I am the white porcelain

mug of coffee 

in the morning 

at our gathering place 

that lifts the fog of sleep 

and launches the sun 

in its steep curve

illuminating us

from the inside out

with my fluid 

dark.