Get Aways

loudly this weekend ends

ages blending

embraces shared between

people on their way to being friends

or else made closest friends.

sun finds us over and among the foliage

bodies resting,

though not while sitting still

or walking quietly.

enamored by an atmosphere of risk

that says more is allowed.

we want the trees to win she tells me;

we’re on the side of rooted things.

rich with presence

meant to nourish you,

like families of sticks

brought together.

we lean forward

as we walk faster,

delight aerated for whoever

arrives next to breathe in.

jumps that thrill instead of frighten

hips that sway to music

fingers putting crayon to paper

tummies pitting shirt to stair

heads turning towards

the sounds of laughter

passed back and forth.

we’re on the side of rooted things

children

trees

dance lines

soaring birds

waning moonlight

gusts of wind

twinkling smiles;

everything under the sun,

and made known at night.

Writer. Thinker. Facilitator. Advocate. Invested in accountability for power based violence, creative initiatives, and meaningful, nuanced dialoguing.

Writer. Thinker. Facilitator. Advocate. Invested in accountability for power based violence, creative initiatives, and meaningful, nuanced dialoguing.