Braiding Her Hair

She stands as a giraffe would

For the first time when hitting

The ground. Born of grace

And confident incompetence,

She unfolds herself to reveal

Spots of wisdom as her legs

Assemble into a configuration

Never known before now.

When she leans over my head and bends 

For a kiss, for approval, to be told

What she already knows deep

Inside her wild mind and mane,

This is her power, her new life,

Meant to live among the tall 

and beautiful animals

Who have this, their height, 

their stature, their privilege

Just until the prey rounds the Savannah.


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