Boo-ya, Motherfucker

 In my dream I heard Mary crowing And someone behind me whispered “Three times. It’s three times, right?” Then laughed with an ugliness That woke me up In that way you wake up inside a dream But not into your here and now. Still in the dream, I picked up my hoolahoop filled with salt and built energy with a swaying of my hips that set that salt circle spinning. I laughed my own laugh then, one of Power and joy and strength. Then I was spinning inside the Spinning hoop, long hair flying, Twirly skirt flying, bare feet flying Until my body rose and my voice rose In an undulating, rising sound of woman’s power. I could see everything. Everything. One last yell. I clapped my hands together and felt the Surge of power from all the silver rings I used to wear In the same moment that I stomped my foot. The hoolahoop exploded. Salt and power flew everywhere. I spoke the words because words are spelling and spelling is power. “Nothing negative is welcome here.” And then, because I am who I am, “Boo-ya, motherfucker. Be gone.” I woke into this here and this now With those last two words on my lips. Mary is crowing. I have things to do. ~Sheri Barker October 26, 2021