Woman in Your Land

A ladder fixed to the wall. With six rungs up to the roof of the stairwell. With one rung on the ground, seven rungs – in all. Like the seven days, in every week. Like every day, with the shining of the light I step up I grip the hot edges of the ladder tight. Seven rungs – up – like seven days I reach the roof. I gather up the hem of my robe, to the top of my thighs I pull my robe off over my head I lie down on the roof I give my body to the light. Perhaps the neighbor men see me the neighbors’ dogs. - A woman naked, on the earthen roof, - lying, eyes open, facing the sky. I, alone, see the sky with the start of each day my body given to your sunlight...