A Woman Discovers Herself

a woman discovers herself

moment by moment

threads her knowing onto a strand

and weaves it into a garment

she wears as skin

she moves

in and out of trees

dissolving in shadow and light

returning always

as something new

a woman true to her heart

becomes less of what she’s not

and more of what she is

until her life is

as the pure song

of the first bird

at dawn