The washing machine did not come into
work this week
We thought it’d be an unraveling,
bundle on our shoulders
it was a seam in solidarity
with women of past and present
a string pulling us back in time and across the globe –
however small of a tug a week of experience can muster
slipping out of mind
and into hands for
escaping pockets of air in
the wringing of crisscrossed fibers,
We thought only machine could do
this. Did we forget about before
machine? When we were merely
human at the stream.
The strength of our hands, women we are
in the fabric of existence.
A cord of three is stronger than one.
An interweaving of queen, infinite is
the strength spooled through
generation and place knit into a powerful
shawl for all occasions.