i am the girl who played with crickets
blonde hair in the sun
the one in love with 2 boys woven of magic

i am a wet rose in the moonlight when carrying out the trash
a dancing wind in the tops of trees at her graveside

i am a mother
a lover
a tear on my cheek in the shadowed night of our yard

i am river rocks gold and green in the light of their eyes
a weaver of whim and grounding

i am holding hands with fear
someone wanting to be surprised by her own strength

i am a believer it will all be okay
and i am deeply afraid of loss

i am comfort of a subtle wing when we hug… the tiniest bird in the tallest tree
a wind chime in a forest of pines

i am a dancing leaf of front and back
the fly walking inside my palm as i write
a woman dancing in the rain

i am the spark from a flame above that fire in the night
and the sound of that far off train in a midnight snow
a memory of dreamt of spaces

i am someone who is attracted to the things she fears
i am the music i love
i am me

i am in the blades of grass and dirt as she lies down into the night
that girl who holds her mother’s hands
the one who traces her father’s steps

I am that STORY
the beating heart within the hug

i am inhale
and exhale.

Mill Hollow Retreat 8.24.2019