We are all daughters
of Eve
And I know
Because the other day I was
Hanging a wet rag to dry
In the gentle heat of the sun
Chasing after it
as it danced in the wind
And landed in my birdbath
Where the ripples stilled
I saw my face
And i saw in me my mother
And her rage
And her tiredness
That she learned from her mother
Who had learned from her mother before
And before
And before
And before
Until who other
than the first woman
Eve