Vigga the Voelva sat
where she mused
mostly during her life
near the little brilliant brook
She wondered once more
why life took these turns
she had a sensual dream
took her breath away
so vivid the intercourse
with this somewhat vaguely
familiar nameless swain
awoke her senses -
a rare titillation that
did not leave her
the whole day - odd
when she now was trying
to at calm her inwards
as she peeked up upon
the free floating clouds
she sought to remain
calm - impossible
something was urging her
to go ahead and fulfill
her yearnings - a futile wish
but still it was showing her
that she was alive - screaming
A woman's lot was not
what she had bargained for
when she was a young chick
at that time it was just
an ordinary bourgeois life
but because she was born
with a different view
she had to change into
an old crone who walked
around listening to people
and their stories sometimes
affected her so deeply
that she had to vomit their fates
out and spill the beans
into her writings of yesteryear
on occasion she was a shaker
and had wonderful memories
but lately dissatisfaction
delved into her inner mind
wondering vicariously
she was no longer herself
that was sure - scary -
again at a albeit lesser crosswalk
yet the dream of sexual satisfaction
stirred her loins so deep
of distant reminiscence
and yet so present so real
that for days she pondered why
not since Shmuel had she had
such fleshy feelings -
was it even possible at her age
to get the abandonment of youth
to repeat that urging longing
of meeting another person's frame
and embrace the delights of earth
fire - flames even - to become
embers and lie in embrace
for the rare reverie of sensing
her own body against another
out of the blue - gave her hope
of the brush of a time to come
never to give up - just live
a lot and a little - the waves
of the waters ran as it should
tingling against the embankments
- if you could say that -
a brook's little digging
the grass and the stones
nature' command of passing
the time taking care of life.
The voelva Vigga moved
and wiggled her toes in
the wetness of the stream.
