Oh do I feel like the mother of the world
I spent my Thursday night cleaning Rick's entire kitchen, and I really enjoyed it. Yes, a woman must know her place - the kitchen.
I can't explain it (must be some sort of femininity previously lying dormant within me) but it felt so good to do that for him. I enjoyed the work. He helped and we got it done together, made some chai tea, and reveled in the evening. No matter how civilized humanity becomes, there are certain primal instincts which seem to remain.
I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.
I want to free what waits within me
so that what no one has dared to wish for
may for once spring clear
without my contriving.
If this is arrogant, forgive me,
but this is what I need to say.
May what I do flow from me like a river,
no forcing and no holding back,
the way it is with children.
Then in these swelling and ebbing currents,
these deepening tides moving out, returning,
I will sing to you as no one ever has,
streaming through widening channels
into the open sea.