Circling Straight

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Beyond the unforgiving core

of gravity

she births herself

through molten rock

and hard-pan crust

into the space that soars

above the rant of tempests,

of burning bushes,

sun, moon,

the spin of stars

and far beyond

the fabled edges

of the universe

no longer up or down

but circling straight

into the riddle

of her Self.

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© 2013, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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A re-post from 2013.

This was rewritten from an old poem, published

in my 1976 chapbook “Living Color”.