FOR A NEW TRANSITIONER
So. welcome, sister. Strut it, shake that hip.
Everything’s different. Most things are the same.
You change your skin. Perhaps you change your name.
You’ll sometimes feel that you have lost your grip
on what comes next. Ignore that. Plunge right in
to life. What came before seemed bright, was shade.
Bedazzled now. Amused that you delayed
anxious. And now, more than you’ve ever been
A fragment of some goddess.There is power
among your sisters, breathe dance feel it flow.
You hoped and wished and now you make it so.
This year, this month, this week, this day, this hour.
Your feet are lighter. Glitter, paint enhance
your features and your life becomes a dance.