2020

The Mother traded her worries for wonder,

Bowed out of a long enticing dance with grief

That swayed to a ballad of abandonment,

Wiped the fog from her eyes

And set her gaze forward.

The inner work in which the soul yells to the spirit-

“Be still! No more pulling backward or lunging forward.”

A heart bridled by courage, finding its pace

As she climbed

A slow ascent,

Letting the wind carry away her worries

Along with the things she cannot change,

Picking up her daughter and spinning her around

While the other kicks beneath her ribs.

Hands and hearts untethered,

Wildly falling forward into the mystery of tomorrow.

A dance of surrender

Kicking up the dust as she keeps moving forward-

Laughing,

Bound for home.