“Homesick for myself, for her—as, after the heatwave-“

.you are going to be okay

“Homesick for myself, for her—as, after the heatwave
breaks, the clear tones of the world
manifest: cloud, bough, wall, insect, the very soul of light:
homesick as the fluted vault of desire
articulates itself: I am the lover and the loved,
home and wanderer, she who splits
firewood and she who knocks, a stranger
in the storm, two women, eye to eye
measuring each other’s spirit, each other’s limitless desire,
a whole new poetry beginning here.”

— Adrienne Rich, from “Transcendental Etude” in Not Somewhere Else But Here

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