creativity

wandering, wondering

*

i take my place

among the trees

toes deep, gathering

arms wide, sheltering

*

exhaling, releasing

*

when the west wind

rustling leaves, draws

nymphs from their sleep

i am caught in between

swaying limbs, dancing

to a sacred song of

treetops whispering

*

then slowly, silencing

*

like the trees

my body holds secrets

connecting me from history

to possibility