Crisis perspective

Poem created from exercise in 7/28/13 Workshop; Send Loving Words

Today, I will change my clothes
I will walk tall
In goddess garb
And speak with a slick and licorice-coated voice.

Young, like the Milky Way
Given the best seat
Witnessing older galaxies dance --
         Like I could not have
                   if I never fell
                             down into this well
                                       on a full stomach.

And waited
For the others
To spy us; staring completely upward,
Completely, past midnight.