May We Have This Dance

When my mind is disheveled,

Unmoored

Or bereft

I remember Deeptime

And head to my Garden

To my Universe Friends

I rub soft Lamb’s Ear between my fingertips

And bury my face in Japanese Maple

Robins chirp: Hoo-ray! She’s back!

I sway along with Crepe Myrtle

As Evergreen enriches my soul

For 17 years,

Father’s ashes have nourished beloved Cherry Tree

Now,

Boughs reach out-

May we have this dance?