FLOATING

I'll be floating with butterflies

Across the green marshes,
Drawn in the wake of a rainbow of wings.
Sing in the key of the wind rustling grasses,
Splash in the sun and amble the sky;
Food will be foam of the tide flowing in,
As I'm quenched by the sea as it sprays
on my face;
The heron will nod as I slide by the bank,

With finches, kind, and warm-breasted smiles
And the hawk will swoop by to find me

With eagles and pheasants to guide me
on a journey,
to nature and nestling.
to grasp the mist.

And swallow the breeze,

Once my heart has been freed

My legs untethered

My self unbuckled
from this stone-hardened place.

June 1, 1998