Finding Her Here

I am becoming the woman I've wanted
grey at the temples
soft body, delighted,
cracked up by life
with a laugh that's known bitter
but, past it, got better,
knows she's a survivor---
that whatever comes,
she can outlast it.
I am becoming a deep
weathered basket.

I am becoming the women I've longed for,
the motherly lover
with arms strong and tender,
the growing up daughter
who blushes surprises.
I am becoming full moons,
and sunrises.

I find her becoming,
this woman I've wanted,
who knows she'll encompass,
who knows she's sufficient,
knows where she is going
and travels with passion.
Who remembers she's precious,
but knows she's not scarce---
who knows she is plenty,
plenty to share.

Jayne Relaford Brown

perspectives

Abolition Art Instillation





Slow Food Rocks Festival



Happy in love- Pacifica sunset











Bear River, Auburn, Ca



Reunion with good friends- Cliff House, SF