The Cailleach to The Widow

by Leanne O’Sullivan


The Universe said to me,

Old woman I have learned

a few good things,


that when one part dies

in me another comes

tearing through the darkness


like a star, sudden

and tender and painful

as hell.  Each time


I have sat at the centre

of the world to see it,

each time I have crawled


the dark of my own belly

to not see, the shape

of the great light coming


and the dying one,

washed in such kindness

rising steadily towards it