Willowing

Underneath the willowtree

A return to childhood free

In the arch of my step

On the nape of my neck

Summers cloak of sticky humidity

Underneath the willowing

My curiosity, wonder billowing

Safe risks of scrapes

from my own traipses

Dangling of dappled light

Swings made of leafy shade & bright

At every age

I am born for this…

This delight of my Mystery

Released to explore

With my cape of creativity

For nothing more

AND

For nothing less

Than to divinely express

The meaning of me—

The Unity willowing, billowing underneath

My unique authenticity