of the ground beneath my feet,
tentative and unsteady, clumsy even
but dance, I did. And
tentative and unsteady, clumsy even
but dance, I did. And
the rhythm kept calling
until the roots I so longed for,
answered.
I kept dancing, reveling in the earth’s
soft cadence. It filled my soul,
enriched my breath,
strengthened my stance.
I needed no more.
What needs can there be when you
are finally home?
So, I ignored the heights above, afraid I was,
it would pull me away, adrift for
ever
in its cerulean expanse.
I feared its power to sway, to
move, to lead. I feared it
taking over, taking control, and then,nothing
the ground I knew, gone.
That would never happen again I had
sworn.
Until, one day, I stood beneath a Fir whose branches reached as high as
my roots below. She said: take a chance, I am here; trust me.
My heart, embraced in bark, nodded and the sky opened up.
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