Water Fountain at The Rose Garden, Minneapolis, MN photo by Mary Saracino
Most days, I feel as if
I live in a parallel universe,
another reality
where women are primary,
having given birth to every human on Earth.
In that parallel existence,
our power to create life
within our wombs
is honored,
our intuition is sacred
our understanding of community
connects us to all other beings,
human or not.
In that other reality,
peace prevails because wealth
is measured by love and kindness
and service to others,
not by amassing money, material goods, or power.
In that reality, conflict is resolved
by communication, not war.
All people are equal.
The Earth is honored as the giver of
food, water, and shelter.
And life is valued
not because it can be commodified,
but because it is a precious gift.
In that world, I reside;
in that world, I resist the unholy powers
that seek to undo the natural order.
In that world, we work together
to preserve, protect
and love one another.
Most days, I am haunted
by my memory of that world,
the times before the takeover began.
I know that what once was,
could be again,
if only we would reclaim
what is rightfully ours.