Fore Ground

She is relief, red granite, huge

in the cliff’s gray granite ground,

rising mountain from sea.

She is thick, strong legs together.

She is profiled belly distended,

pregnant with time.

She is delicate arms dancing.

Helmet, head-dress, mask askew,

She faces away enduring.

From a boat on the ocean,

from this distance and angle,

She looms in my vision,

archaic, paleolithic, challenging.

Will the world She made

make itself ready

ever again (when?)

for Her?

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018