I’ve been weaving warmth around me
to keep the freeze of tentative survival out of my bones.

Survivors seeking moments of ease–
Create a lifelong Image
in this hole in Time
THAT’S what-
to do-
with yourself!

Hey–now I keep
this feeling ’round me,
fills this Life with awareness
of its link in a chain.

In those eyes
where there are questions,
–let the questions run out of eyes-

Into the deeply concerned
The Heart of our Ancestors.

Their names are  Sister,Brother
And they stir in the windows of ALL dreams.

Poetry ©M.Rosewoman