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Advent Day Eleven, 2014, Melanie Mowinski

As a little girl, I remember being scolded for getting lost.
To this day I would argue that I was never lost, just wandering.

My mother would adamantly disagree. Even that time that I ran away, I was never lost, I knew where I was. And the time in the library, the department store, the grocery store, the fair, the amusement park, etc. etc. But we always found each other, right?

Advent Day Eleven, 2014, Melanie Mowinski

Advent Day Eleven, 2014, Melanie Mowinski

Here’s to wandering.
What women wander?
Not many. All. A few.
Most would, now & then,
& no wonder.
Some, and I’m one,
Wander sitting still.
My small grandmother
Bought from every peddler
Less for the ribbons and lace
Than for their scent
Of sleep where you will,
Walk out when you want, choose
Your bread and your company.

She warned me, “Have nothing to lose.”

She looked fragile but had
High blood, runner’s ankles,
Could endure, endure.
She loved her rooted garden, her
Grand children, her once
Wild once young man.
Women wander
As best they can.
       Maria Ponsot

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