Lady/ Woman
Lady, there, sipping cappuccino
smelling sweetly of scented soap
jasmine, coconut,
lavender or vanilla.
Are you the worldly
sophisticate
avant-garde
an epitome of fashion
dazzling?
Or,
Are you simply "Woman"
scattering corn
to chickens
walking on callused heels
moving to the rhythm
of the sky ( the sun and stars)
of the seasons?
Woman-
earthy
rustic
without frills?
Which am I?
One, the other,
neither,
both?
This poem is about:
Me