on sunday i wore a long skirt to work. it fanned out like the flower petals, cloud feathers, whip cream. whenever i wear skirts or dresses like this i suddenly feel taller, expansive, grounded- despite cloud reference. i think it's because my feet are mostly hidden and my legs glide underneath folds of fabrics like a mythical animal. the swooshing of air with each step- like jelly fish i glide.
when i wear skirts like this i feel more connected to other women- women i have never met, from photos 100 years old or from parts of the world where they wear garments like this everyday- but choice or by force.
when i wear skirts like this i feel more protected, but not because i fear attack. like i am cherishing the trunk of my own tree of life. this miraculous womb. because if i can create life- i sometimes fear i can also take it. like kali- mad and wild. i hide strength under my skirt.
when i wear skirts like this i can pee standing up with anyone knowing. ok, eventually i could do this. with practice. without underwear.
i can herd children with the fence of fabric stretched from my hip to my hands.
i can smell the scent of the earth stirred up by my own rustlings- the musk of mold, the spice weeds, wet grass, dust, dirt, earth.
i sweep the ground with air created by my own strong legs.
the shade of my skirt tents the ground.
when i wear skirts like this- long, full skirts made out of fabric made out of plant made of the earth- i sway in a way that is all me. and more than me too.