OSI Prompt 53: Circles

Happy 1st Anniversary OSI! Here is an older piece, written nearly 14 years ago, the night before the birth of my first grandchild. My daughter had already named her, Sequoia. I presented this poem to her on her 13th birthday last summer, as part of a 'coming of age' collection of writings that my daughter put together for her.

To Sequoia, under the Full Moon

Standing now

as I did then, window-framed,

body carved in moonlight,

soul lit with wonder --

Then, at the edge of my girlhood,

unspoken, unseen, unimagined possibility

beginning to dawn within.

Full moon floods the sky tonight,

blanketing now

child of my womb --

womb-full,

ripe now, ready to begin

a new circle.

Now, on the eve

of my grand-mothering -- this too

unknown, unimagined possibility,

this grandmother body

still encircling (not enclosing) my own babe,

her womb full of potentiality,

reality, already named (before the dawn)

Sequoia ('close to God')...

I am woman,

now under the full moon

womb full of wonder,

grandmother to be.