Clay Daughters

We

   women

   educated

&
disseminated

on the wind like seeds
to land alone and
like Hera make our daughters
out of clay.

Daughters to grow
down
beneath the soil.
Roots beginning as small clay-brown hands
grasping a finger tying us to

Gaia

to earth

to our ancestral mothers.

And to this place we landed      tossed aside
to till this hard soil into forest.