Back in my fading youth,
when teenage peers
monopolized my only monotheistic worldview
we trusted
to emerge with matriarchal Beauty health
and patriarchal Handsome wealth,

I learned to speak,
at least in public,
as if I were omnipresently heard
by my gracious GrandMother

When we were both sharing
our best GoldenRule win/win day

And not our worst win/lose day
veering angry
and/or afraid
into another traumatizing lose/lose nightmare
of defiantly oppositional
and claustrophobic disorder

On my felt repressive part
and, on her sacred Elder part,
“Trying to talk some sense
into your empty head.”

Now, at the other
more grandmotherly
end of this long
emerging communion narrative,
I listen to sacred MotherEarth
before speaking
within Her sacred omniscient
indigenous wisdom hearing

As transgenerationally transparent
enlightened
and ecowomanist vulnerable
co-empowering

As win/win ego/ecosystemically possible
on this cooperatively co-invested best
GoldenRule day

Less perniciously haunted
by dark win/lose shadows
of last night’s lose/lose traumatic
patriarchal-capitalist
loner anger
lone ranger
rabid stranger
nightmares

Going way back
to my fading youth
when teenage peers
monopolized a monoculturing worldview
I never trusted
as sufficiently compassionate
for resilient EarthMother Beauty.