Because there isn’t any history
I’ve made plans to sail
to enter stealthily
those undying lands
where Boadicea and Cleopatra
meet for tea. They rise
to greet the entrance of Diaochan
the dancing girl, the heroine
of Three Kingdoms
and Parvathi, who won her god
by raw austerities
I’ve made plans to sail, because
I want to know the Secret such
sublime women gather
to discuss. Or if
since there isn’t any history
must their meeting always and forever
have no agenda, no men, no need
for secrets