Dichotomy

My God, you’re a woman!
Oil painter of raw daylight
Mother/advisor/calm packer of lunches
Lover/fast driver/card-sending empath
My God! Whose thighs have seen
Men come and babies go.
You’ve breathed with the universe.

Pianist/fermenter/
Green fingered weed warrior
wood-worker/mad scientist
in your goggled laboratory.
Straw hair chop-sticked up,
full of particulate,
your mouth the soft finishing curl
of satisfaction.

Investing your work
With mechanical know-how
Motherhood, kindness
And the skilled use of a lathe.
Oh my God, woman! It’s just a mouse.