simpatico
minds, stay simple!           at rest
to sense the other
to acknowledge the precious
to caress every moment

standing in the silva
two hundred feet tall the treetops barely
whisper but communicate to the roots
roots that find each other,
a slow dance under my feet with
earthworms to deliver the message
          to prepare the soil

my dance! my dance is writing itself
    the dancer sinewy
    the woman directed
    the girl awe-filled
    the liar distracted
    the being forward-pressed
    the breath commingled
    the essence lithe and loving

true dances long for
open, modest moments,
blue garments and grey sheets
simple mouths and honest feet
each day gives moments
          that long to be true dances
          and first mondays.
serenity and patience for each moment
brings an unfolding
            a loveliness