queen anne’s lace

Standing at the edge

of the field of queen anne’s lace

I know I belong there

sycophants notwithstanding

I see over you

“I  am looking through you”  he said airily

I turned and walked away

back to my own field

where he does not exist

did you think I would be silent as I was marginalized?

I have given birth to

worlds of seeds

tumbling like time

crashing through the river beds

into oceans I have wept