Sunday Anchor

Women
enter
here
from the streets

they carry
designer label
struggles
and the sweat stains
 of the day

a pile of shoes
keeps sentinel
at the door

angelica 
steeps
as
the drum
beats

its beat
an invitation
to journey

within
the women 
each
path
appears

and
for a short while


drop 
anchor
in the sea
of
equanimity

NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 25