and so he named her, woman
she was quaking in her nightdress in the side yard,
naming things in whispers like tree and sparrow and breeze.
her nightdress blew against her body and suggested she had a form
but her trembling suggested it was no one thing.
what was she up to by naming the world?
it was a game she played, only she didn't really understand it.
what she wanted (and this was a secret even to herself)
was for someone to tell her she was here.
it was she who wanted a name.