Star-ting to re member
all those tiny little bits of my past child that used to run and stretch and play and dance with the trees and the grass, the sky and the clouds, those creaking boughs and soft blades, the sudden blasts and flurry and gentle mists.
breath deep, lungs fit to burst
and the laughter, the joy, the freedom to move, the soft Summer Eves,
the drizzle in the air, fresh blood through my spine with each twist and turn, reaching further, stretching more, this way and that, no guide other than the signposts within my own muscles, leading every spin, no thought.
peace within, no pain. freedom. it was a long time coming.