Strength
Strength is smooth and flows and is fluid
knowing something, deeply, in all parts of my body
my feet supported by bending branches.
I stroke the leaves and silken flowers
in the bending with and the knowing when
it is not my safe space. It is an entire world
resting on my sun-scented skin.
What happens to our writing when we realise we are an extension of the natural world and not separate from it? The key message: SLOW.
Inspired by Jamie Figueroa