IF A SHIP IS “SHE,” AND A LAND IS “SHE”. . .

If a ship is “she,”
and a land is “she,”
how, then, can it be
that our dams so grand
have been so long run
by some driven man,
and only now and then,
by a she
as a very rare
anomaly?

It’s a strange
conventionality
that perhaps demands
a much bigger shift
than has yet been seen
or even planned
on sea or land,
to reflect
the eons-deep reality
of the talent of humanity
spread across the scale
of both she and he,
in their infinite variety,
to bring us back
to be down to earth
and thus to restore
our near-forgot,
long-lost sanity.

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