I visited some familiar trees

Saw the old footholds, grips,

Stretches, contortions and cradles.

I imagined my forest seats

Leglocked and body balanced

I remembered these lithe and lovely wooded homes

Movements

Of lively springing

Climbing, gliding, silent things

Wind in the weeds

I was guided, had strength to follow

Blessing of youth

My wild, scattered heart