Noon

The eclipse and glow

Whisper at the edge of

Her brave vibration glittering

Her blouse clinging at the rise

Half laughing half in the flush

Of her full circle

Casual, secret, still

Yet interestingly transparent

In the strong electric wave

And crackle that comes with her

Sliding around in passing

Unable to wonder at

The sweet understanding involved

With getting into her car

Wordless, fearless, flawless, tired

Steeled and paled

The great being becoming herself

Damply gleaming

The goddess without attributes

Wet haired at noon