The willow hangs, drapes the ground, dances to a tune unheard in the hum of cars and lorries, in the commotion of people passing in a hurry, barely noticing anything more than the phones tapped with fingers & thumbs. But I notice, I see it all, the dance on display, the symbol of sanity I need today.
Raw, earnest power Staid, made love flowers Binds, twines, enlightens Free, not-free, frightens Tender heart, alive Sincere yearnings, strive, Seeking you, and me To see and be made New this day, afraid Unconditional And sensational!
Once a lad and growing so Days spun and spanning into years aglow- Vitality, vim and vigor strong Life's sweet pathways sometimes short sometimes long- Boy-becomes-man journey Letting go, each, that father-son tourney
Wave spreading in the sun Smiles scatter warmly in youth's summer fun Breaking over life’s beach Sharing nourishment its lessons to teach Dreams and hopes and coping Even during seasons pained and molting
Like a dance, almost love Son’s own rhythm within, below, above