Her message encouraged
tears from hiding, like light
exposing corners; no emotion
She walked a line through resistance.
The eyes and hands of judging formed
a receiving line of welcome;
she was the start of change.
I like her push and the step of her feet;
a strong river flows from her songs.
Slender fingers lift into the flesh of
stars, circling the lipstick of her calling,
high above in a heaven of clouds
that know her.