I am my own

My hips sing out an
anthem: I am my own field
of hills and valleys.

I am my own gray 
ocean, deep with mystery.
I am my own moon,

harvesting tides of
bounty. I am my own strength,
quiet and constant.

Night

I'm the black night, a
strang'ling cloak of darkness, seen
nor missed by no one.

Ode

We ate happily,
loved, laughed, slept - deeply and well,
and woke with fresh hearts.