You scratched me,
sometimes bringing blood to the surface.
Wrapped in play and imagination, I did not notice.
You offered see-through walls, never permanent.
We lived in the center of a thorny dream,
in a dusty land of make-believe.
Ruled by the field’s young King and Queen,
our tumbling fortress
did scatter during sleep.
The sun has risen and set many times
since I got lost in your maze of thorns.
Within your scratchy walls, I did find myself.
We have come full circle, you and I.
Standing outside your fortress,
I now find myself reaching in.
Holding the vision
and the hands of carefree children.
It is there, I find myself, once again.
Standing on a concrete foundation, I find myself
watching you tumble down the street.
Your journey, not done.
With each lift and spin,
you give yourself away.
Released seeds, now wind’s fate.
Roots digging deeper
with each passing season.
Rare desert rains did fall,
replenishing and nourishing
your life and the earth.
Winds made you strong.
The sun, although intense,
allowed you to exist,
and taught you resilience.
Then one day,
from your roots
and tumbled away.
The desert does have its own beauty, but I can’t hug a cactus, and my thorny friends don’t spark my soul like the laughing leaves swaying in the wind.
“What is a Wanderess? Bound by no boundaries, contained by no countries, tamed by no time, she is the force of nature’s course.”~Roman Payne, The Wanderess
I first wrote about building tumbleweed forts in my third post titled, “Rediscovering My Tumbleweed Spirit.” Reconnecting to play was one of my goals at the start of my blogging/writing journey. I am on my way. Tumbleweed Spirit is also the name of my Pinterest account that Artist Sammi Lee created. Speaking of play… when the desert skies unleashed a major rain last night, I did not just sit by, I danced! It was most divine. ⛈💃🏼 💓 Thank you for visiting and reading. Have a wonderful weekend! Be well. 💗 Michele
Photos 1 & 2: my images, Tucson sunrise (8/7) Photo 3: me and my tumbleweed hair admiring latest print from Artist, Sammi Lee
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© 2021 Michele Lee Sefton.