Origins - a tanka sequence

Origins 

my shadow

darkens in the land

of exile...

an empty memory

trapped without an origin

blinded

by the land lengthening

the day’s jubilee,

my eyes germinate

blood-red plums

the day ends;

its translucent walls

shelter my shadow…

my thighs spread to declare

the surrender of men

my sisters

form an unassailable barrier...

fields possessed

by the secrets

of budding seeds

dear sisters:

you are made of a fabric

that resists

the wooing of time…

toughened in firm silence

listen

to the crackle of fire...

the breasts

of women detach

like recently baked bread