Dew drop diamonds decorate
The path to the pool
Always the water bearer, at this late age,
soft support, the cradle of the womb, envelopes me, and I swim,
Honoring my first body
The legs that stood for me,
The voice that spoke when I had none,
The heart that set the rhythm for my life
Feeling nothing save the gentle touch of cool water,
Sinking to the bottom,
The beat of one heart fills my ears
Rising, water gives way to sky, eyes fill with clouds, arms move, strong and sure, and I fly.
What did you see?
#mymorningwalk
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