DISCONSOLATE {draft}

Sisters, now as then,
vying, debating, staking
territory and well-aimed barb.
Knowing weakness
exploiting without mercy
pitching complaints toned and zoned
to effect devastation.

Disconsolate and inconsoled.

In time they fall into each other's sleep funk,
breathing both the air of a bed
like the womb they once shared
though years apart.

Their dreams, so different, though in the same language  
not spoken but symbolled and also but signed.
Personae dramatis all the same to you and me
if the you and me be the she, and the she.

Line of light through drawn curtain awakens
again a new day and battle,
rejoining armies and lines thus redrawn.
They notice perhaps not that the night had passed too
over decades of time and yet still they lay,
not still, but rolled in and in roles.
Old ladies now all abicker,
sisters then as now.