(artwork: “Dancing Trees” by Igor Zenin)
She has lost almost all of her clothing now
and is resplendently revealed. She danced so violently last night
that I thought she might snap, but she is stronger,
more supported than before.
As she stares from behind the last threads of orange
she is illuminated by the sky- she is the sun.
She reminds me of Ursula now, her roots reach up like the
tentacles of that giant octopus, reaching beyond herself
for the truth.
She looks like she wants to break free sometimes,
and I realize my love for her. If she were gone, I would feel so sad.
In this and every moment, but especially in twilight,
She is beautiful.