When a woman bleeds, her heart opens a path to creation

As a child she plays the ways of compassionate concern for the voices in her head

A doll

A baby

A tea party

Joyous female celebration.

Her body matures and develops

In stride she cries as she laughs until the toys and imagination become the reality of hormones and ovulation

Passion replaces common sense

Common sense now becomes a clock where the hands speed to tend to

tend to

to tend a change.

menstruation

for a time to rhythm and lunar calculations

until

the moon hides behind taking pause

now past any more flowing stream, now replaced with calmness and peace

an old woman smiles as she tried and she failed in the ongoing process

of Creation.