AWARE and feeling the
Weight of my WORRY
Toes dig into the sand
Soak up the sun
The sea spray
The gulls’ calling
All my worries flow
Off my body
From my brain
Into the WHIRL of
Ocean waves
At my feet

Georg’ann

In my dream I climbed a ladder
all the way to the sky
to carve a peace dove
into a billowy CLOUD.
Wearing a LARGE tool belt
over a skirt voluminous,
layer upon layer of FRILL
a skirt made to SWIRL
the emotions of the wearer,
She who is the steady axis
that sets movement in motion
with a decisive WHIRL.
She who can reach the sky
on a delicate set of rungs
carrying all she needs
to shape her intention

Heather