thought of a dream of a poem that barely spoke of
the wind, that wound down through the new leaves strong and young stemmed
securely fastened to the life blood limbs
and peacefully, momentary
soliticited
the workmanship of heavens wonders,
her legend young and strong
commentary psalms,
a reach where I reach reach
my limbs not far enough and hers
a realm reaching
taking my breath again.
My roots dissolving in hope.