The Challenge

The Tree of Knowledge
begins to dance.

The Challenge is
risk-taking, you might
win, you might lose.

She rules, established
her territory in the
sunniest hour
and the bluest
of skies.

She will feed you
wisdom all damn
day, buzz over
your head.

Females have begun
to "arrive."

She has wings built
from nature's handiwork
to embrace a labyrinth
of cultures, habitats,

and she will teach you
the names of the wind.

Sahara's harmattan
Germany's foehn
Australia's brickfielder
Israel's sharav
California's Santa Ana
France's mistral

An heir (air) gave
her the north wing.

She pays the heir in
barter, but she doesn't
have enough on her,

So she goes to the
Tree of Knowledge for

The Challenge.

Copyright 2005 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist