Amaterasu, the Sun Goddess, Returns

by Jeanine Hall Gailey

I went underground to escape
(my brother, the storm)
breaking everything
(the way he does)
his fists everywhere.
I hid there, taking the warmth
of my breath, my gold fingers.

The people mourned,
tried to lure me from the cave,
but I was happy in the quiet
damp dark, sleeping.
Then there was dancing,
goddesses singing my name,
throwing clothes and pride to the wind
and then laughter, surprising, my own.
My laughter filling the cave until
I joined them,
naked in the light,
unable to resist the shocking,
unstoppable song of our bodies.

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