Wind and Sails
(A Mother and Child Poem)

I stood between her arms
and took the form of sails
and meadows lying open.

A summer breeze,
the run and tumble
inherent in June mornings;

leaning forward,
whispers of weeds and butterflies,
wings pulsing in the warm grass;

the tremble in her release,
a thing of such apparent ease,
this first lesson in parting.


Previously published at Indite Circle.