There was a time when human beings would look carefully at their bodies.
They did not have mirrors but they might have known their physique better.
Bathing in a river
several women
together
sharing love.
Love
was a wild herb to them, growing in every crack, never asking for permission.
Only sometimes it would feel as the dive of the eagles
a free fall after a long suspension - but that had a different name
I know these women
I saw them once
some of them laughing on the side of the water
just the feet touching it
wild animals were these women.
I see them there
contemplating each others bodies
cherishing them
They look at their own bellies
like I said
no mirrors
They examine their tights to make sure
no bugs enter their skin
and in their arms
glacial water drops run through
These woman I saw
were sacred
and didn´t know it
didn’t need to know it
These women I saw
were a mountain.