Shakti as

a clay statue is

staring her arms

meet her hands

form a circle

at the base

her torso

emphasizing power of

Goddess

Her eyes are closed.

There is a woman

sitting with one foot

on a table, her fist

supporting her

forehead she rests

now alone

I don’t know The Goddess

she, like me, might dwell

in a sand box playing

with trucks

or am I still

only a child?

A blue lizard

is now gazing at

the tree Shakti

has rested

her weary bones upon.