Before Lament

Ceres understood. Transitions were notto be made alone. She accompanied girlsas they stepped across each threshold:into the softening approach of womanhood,the rounding of hip and haunch, the plumpingof breast into a pliable form upon whicha man or child could find solace. She oversaweach tentative move into married life, giving courageas she blessed the potential of the framework.She held each mother's hand and moppedeach clear brow as the sweet small soul cameforward and light through water broke over the world.Even the dead she cared for, shading them as theypassed into the darkness. In her fields, the earthdisplayed her bounty. Grapes glistened in the sun.Vines strengthened. Wheat made the chaff seempurposeful. Sunflowers grew taller than the childrenwho played among them. Was it her fertility thateventually incurred their wrath? Becauseher plough-furrow opened the earth to the realmof men and created the first field and its boundary?She brought forth and she sheltered. When she sang,starlings circled the air, cows looked up withmoonstruck eyes, torches from the spina albaburned brighter. Her justice was in the scentof the apple's white blossom, the refusal ofthe red-flowered hibiscus to feel shame.

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