Her birthday is tomorrow.
She will be thirty-nine, he says to me.
How could we have daughters almost the exact same age?
Traveling the surface of the earth in realms unknown to us then
and now we are here.
These two young women
and their children
they come to me
as Ruth came to Naomi
as Gloria went to Wilma Mankiller
as Hillary went to Ruth Bader Ginsberg
the old seeking the young to continue the mysterious quest
of a woman’s way in the world which we may only learn
by the steps of men who go with us.