running the halls
of that old hotel
tasting an exotic kind
of freedom
that haunts me
to this day
you asked the boy
with the surfboard
to give me a ride
in the deep end
of the swimming pool
the morning water so cold
and i was so afraid
but more afraid
of disappointing you
you hated to fly
and yet you hired a plane
to take us over the island
i felt the mix of
fear and butterflies
until i saw them
the wild horses
running on the beach below us
and i was enchanted
never wanted that ride to end
thank you for that gift
was that your secret
to feel the fear
and do it anyway
i learned to swim
in the deep end
now
i'm learning to fly
3 comments:
Well, well, Mrs. Wills...your gifts just keep on unveiling themselves...the poetry is lovely and a beautiful accompaniment to your amazing mandalas...Enjoyed my visit here very much...thank you!
Stacy...
You are amazing...in so many ways...your work and spirit have such depth and power....Kate
I feel the warmth and freedom of flying viewing this mandala...Thank you...
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