Hera
Ford

spirits of small flesh and flowers
possess the eyes of grand-daughters 
of the south 
and when the sky cried 
into us
we remembered how to dance with our hearts towards the ground
stems crawling out of our bellies
like the ones that brought us into this world
and when we died
we came back as
wind knocking on the windows of our selves
waves with metal breasts
sapphire petals and stones touched with blood from the moon and the sea
to protect those who told the stories of us
so we went and we danced and we smiled
knowing that there was knowledge in the embrace of the unknown
and that our eyes held secrets to lands you would never touch