It always brings to light

the question of within.

Outside, what is obvious is.

Within, so that it can speak itself

in the fullness of day,

become intoxicated with light,

the white sun. By day, women chat,

by night they circulate in all the

hollow parts of the body, their own,

and those which snuggle up against

them in sleep. One day, during the day,

some women write and at night

they sleep so profoundly that

they then know how to go deeper

without danger. In the morning

they surface and make text

of their voyage.

-Nicole Brossard