A single song 

can floor you then lift you up 

as if by strings 

until you levitate 

and know you are held

 (never alone)

in an invisible ocean 

of Love 

A walk through the woods 

steady footsteps 

a metronome 

a sway back and forth 

rewiring your brain 

for what is good and beautiful 

rocking in great Mama’s arms 

the sunlight funneling through trees 

drawing delicate lace patterns 

on everything she touches 

the thick sturdy 

dark brown bark of trees 

rough against your hands 

the smell of lake, of pine 

of bonfire smoke