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I’m the woman waiting

The woman counting moments

A moment never existed & he walks in

I’m the woman who scribes this text

long after the animals lie down

Chopping wood outside the retreat hut

Stoking the fire with my little stick

A candle lit to light a teacher’s face

I learn by books

I learn by singing

I recite the chant of one hundred syllables

I write down my messages to the world

The wind carries them invisibly,

staccato impulses to the world

I’m the woman stirring the soup pot

The woman who makes circles

with her arms

Stirring, singing this song about the

Woman-Who-Does-Things

Many actions complete themselves

& repeat

she does this

I’m the woman who does these things

many actions carry words

I say them, women-who-signifies

I light the fire

I sit like a Buddha

I feed the animals outside the door

I blow out the lamp

(Waldman en Knight 291)

Soy la mujer a la espera

La mujer que cuenta los momentos

Un momento que no ha existido y entra él

Soy la mujer que copia este texto

mucho después de que descansen las fieras