Women With Tread

untitled, 2000, 24″ x 4″, ceramic, steel

I take a class with 4 other women which meets a few times per month.

I am not quite sure how to describe what we study as the topics are wide and varied.

Suffice to say it is lively, intense, thought-provoking…

Really, the word PROVOKING

Might describe our small clan perfectly.

Certainly NOT easy

But the kind of women you want beside you

If you happen to be in a blinding storm.

Women with tread.

We usually meet for two hours at a stretch

And after yesterday’s gathering

I was hungry, energetically spent, challenged, peeved, awed,

And most importantly,

I was grateful for the quality of women in the room with me.

We are not there because we like each other.

Hackles are raised fairly often

And we wonder what keeps us pulled to show up

When we know we’ll have left some cherished identity

We wore like jewels

In the wastebasket

Along with the damp kleenexes

With the DNA

Of five students

Eager for a life

Of freedom

From everything we are not.

But really..

What else is there to do?

When freedom is the call.

And in order to get there

All the murk

And sludge

Of making a place for ones’ self

In a world addicted to the junk

Of fitting in

Has to be removed.

I wonder what will be left?

One thing I trust

Is that this quest is worth every bead of sweat.

Another thing is that these women

Will back me up

No matter what.

They would sew me a dress

Should I find myself naked.

They would string a necklace of

Shells and feathers

So I would be sure to feel pride

In the woman I had become.


2 Responses to “Women With Tread”

  1. gerry harty on March 25th, 2011

    hey girlfriend..I really hear you…i have 3 daughters your age who would do all those things…I am very blessed…by the way…hillary clinton…the mother of us all…trust me…we are about to see her truly emerge after she leaves her position …a true women’s advocate!!!

  2. Carol S on March 27th, 2011

    Lucky lady, all of you are lucky to meet. I liked your imagery of the jewels in the wastebasket with the wet kleenex. How human we all are.

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