I set myself free on Friday at noon.
Got my swing off the hazelnut tree.
The clouds had picked west, so we went to the east
to the beach with the tree with that branch.
Folded rope, chain and thoughts filled my arms,
filled my heart.
How tight we hold what needs to go.
The moment I slung rope-swing over the tree
The afternoon started to breathe.
Sit down, the seat said,
Say a prayer, said the sea.
You can loosen your grip, said the chain.
Now tune your ear to the tide,
My prayer whispered back.
Do you feel your breath slowing too?
The tide coming in had secrets to tell.
It didn’t take long til I listened.
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