There are times

There are times when a woman

leaves her body

and dances

on hot coals.

There are times when a woman

leaves her bad feet behind

and swims

up the St. Lawrence River like a fast freshwater fish.

There are times when a woman

puts down her belly

and floats

to the tops of the winter-bare trees.

There are times when a woman

leaves her sex on the bed

and erupts

like a volcano on an island where birds never go extinct.

There are times when a woman

gives up trying

and lets life take her flying

to the deepest spot of blue

in the brightest sky

on the longest day of the year.