Liquid energy solidifies –
globules of stagnancy
determined by the negative perspectives of my mind’s eye.
and if I am patient like Himalayan pine
the cyclical curvature of being funnels
a nurturing limb,
holding me in the soft rhythm of first light
connecting my presence in
– the sapling –
a conscious awakening of colour dribbling running reaching
the mercurial course is fluid and vital
I am free of tethering knots until winter returns.