The Ladies
After Sande Stockwell’s “Three Graces”

They sit, in a sacred circle of three,
exuding pure joy just to BE.

Celebrating each’s presence;
sitting as garden gnomes,

cross legged, naked in all glory.
A pure connection to Earth

is the story they tell to any passerby.
Planted as they are on the ground,

like cabbages, lumpy and round,
one with arms raised to the sky,

their song of laughter
a pulse that beats in our chests.

Telling us, relax, rejoice,
we are all in our element.

—Marjorie Moorhead

Marjorie Moorhead has found voice and community in poetry. She lives in a river valley, surrounded by mountains, at the NH/VT border, which she considers a sacred nest.