Abandoned trucks and refrigerators used to litter that open field, then green vines covered them and made it beautiful again.
Skeletons from the past, became shapely formations for the gardens of the future.
I’m thrilled to climb the complex root system of my life’s ascent.
By the time I summit this colossal sequoia I want to have burned all my fuel, developed all my resources, exploited all my talents, exhausted all my expressions.
Then, satisfied, go back to dust.
My life is a strange dancer, wholly committed to her eccentric movements; disregarding all naysayers
and oblivious to self-doubt, exploring youth, parenting, dreams, caves, enchanted forests, castles made of light, and old age with my beloved.