(after seeing the milkweed share their little clouds)
A raised hand placed in mine
Fragile with deep strength
An essence that ran though
My heart’s depth and weight.
The time was troubled, moving
Or thought, the need for help was asked
It was simple, the answer was yes
And unsure though clarity of task.
It was easy to guide and remind
Of a future we could make
Push forward into the unknown
With grace in mistake.
I shrouded with love, commitment
And defended each fall.
As the energy grew the constriction
Stayed taught despite the grave call.
Beliefs clouded what was and soon
Resentment accrued, as the monarch
Frees from the silken wrap, unfurling it’s wings
Leapt high in an arc
Not to return, or a maid stretching hands
To the sky, holding the place
Where the soul needs the most
A vast spreading space.
Our rhythm’s diverged, the pace so apart
Like the milkweed caught in a wind
We find the same place
Though times different, the end.
