Wiawaka

Wrapped in a shawl of propriety,

shrouded in the good girl guise,

She stood at the waters edge

She had heard the call in her bones-the song of the feral ones

Bare breasted and shameless they point the path to freedom, as the water kissed her toes

Tentatively she looked around-

caught between the ancient ache and the taught curse of shame

Finally, she cast off the shawl, rebuking the rules she never asked for

Like a selkie returned to her truest form, she jumped into the waiting water

Soft as silk the water caressed her curves, holding her close

Drenched in the glow of starlight she allowed the stardust in her veins to sparkle back

Re-Membering herself whole