The Radicalization of Old Women

A life half spent

in doing what I thought I should,

what I thought I could,

was a half life

of half measures

decaying exponentially,

but the second half is here,

providentially,

and I am radically awake

to new possibilities,

potentially consequentially,

as I unlock thoughts

and connect the dots,

and it's like daybreak

or an earthquake

that wipes the landscape clean

and I cease to screen

my words.

I leave behind the fractured fetters

of duty and obedience

burdens and expedience,

looking back now and then

to see how far I've come

assess the things I've done,

hard won,

and I am content,

an aging agitator,

remorseless instigator,

and I will not

be quiet.