Some women want change to happen;
some women want to make change happen.
As I meet these women, I want to learn about their past.
But a memory
is like a friend from the past,
who needs an invitation before it is let in to the party.
Silence is my ally;
patience is my ally.
As these women rally, I listen, I hear the silence,
I hear the breathing, I hear the quiet sentence.
the way women talk about worlds sounds different, I noted once.
As I listen to their vision, I witness an arrow,
the arrow of time, that has left the bow,
that is now
As I make notes of these women’s words, their voices become quiet
and turn into a memory.