SWAY
The tall grass blades blown
by a gentle breeze, this dance
they know like reaching for light,
the spineless wiggle of seaweed,
a flow of gentle fibers against the might
of salty water, a lesson in force
versus forgiveness,
the furry thump of the tail
from the one being on earth
who gives more than he requires,
a full bowl, water to lap, and romps,
the side-to-side steps of two hearts,
entwined by the silence over cereal,
the sounds of raised voices followed
by loving whispers, the unison
of forever, this covenant that rises
like a Monarch floating to the sun.
Ramona Levacy
April 26, 2013
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