A woman kneels,
hands outstretched against the moment.
The hands of the clock are slow,
unhurried as a vulture’s wings
across a molten sky,
tracing a shadow on the bared neck.
The hands on her are sure,as they dismantle her, bit by bloody bit,
down to her handsclutching her tattered map to refuge.
(Sunday, May 5th, is Red Dress Day in Canada. This day is meant to raise awareness for missing and murdered Indigenous women and girls.)