Last summer each move watched with accusing
eyes, shaming my bare feet grounding, choosing
to aim the swell of denial my way.
In the crush I grew flabby, couldn’t say
my truth. I had to loose my grip and slip
into grief’s depths alone, a trip
that brings me to now’s shore of summer, strong
and gaining muscle as I right the wrongs.
Rooted at last my heart where I belong
at home and finally trusting my song
I question all the tenets I’ve been taught
discard the menace that false premise wrought.
I take this robin’s song person-ally.
My feathered messengers exalt these trees.
We breathe in tune. Petwalkers wave. I smile,
creating harmony, a life worthwhile.