She

She steps out of Rome
ragged edge skirt
fluttering handkerchief style
at her calves
baby in a basket on her arm
the day's affairs in her other hand
she steps under the sun of Ra
setting her child in his basket at her feet
attending to the important minutiae
of a thousand forgotten mornings
she walks the dappled forest track
simply taking up leaf or seed
pausing to root up a mushroom
baby in a sling or a swaying nest of basket
she steps into the mall
hair disarrayed in beauty
busy and swinging gently the basket
pausing for the millionth business transaction
carrying on the world in its basket.