65

More years behind than ahead

Tomorrow with no lasting definitions or weight

Just a wall of trees guiding the way home

kissed by too many suns.

A touch of grace

to have and to hold

this day beginning to end….

Leaving

I saw it whipped

waving above

nearly alone

holding on.

I saw the cords

life surging on

from ground to stem attached.

Then off balance

in twinkling light

I heard a breath

release…

past all the others hanging still

a twirl and dance, a northern front

leaving ties

the shackles gone

and falling free at last.