Member Poem

Him, Him, Him is a stone

I, I, I is the water

Babbling, rushing, splashing

you can hear me laughing 

wherever I run

fast

cold

then deep 

and still

BUT I want to be a Sky Goddess

Mercurial, Powerful, Final.

Instead I gather these Him, Him, Him Stones

all around

me 

and wear them smooth with my tears