where the shock of sudden
and the calm of a breeze mist
meet

right there
under a willow tree

her skirt floating
long petals narrow
hide my peace and protect

hiding my face as I peer
into life's mysteriousness
a new Bambi like

human being refreshed
shorn of the hair of
self-moderation

no bangs hiding my eyes no mist
no greys or half sighs
taking fully

in sight the grace of a
day a slight
re-borning

rejuvenation
samsara
reincarnation

just new and cleansed
and her scent
the willow tree's privacy

making a new man
a new  me