Cloud Hands

In the leafy silence of the dawn hour

I came back to the garden

Before the rising of the sun,

as watercolour ribbons warmed the sky

I took my stance

Feet firmly planted skin to earth

and filled my lungs with twilight air

as warm and sweet as summer wine

A tender breeze caressed my hand

which slowly turned towards the tree

Branchlike my arms rose as I turned

in rhythmic patterns through the form

each pass and flow a moment’s grace

connecting root to finger,

heart to leaf

until at last, the magic done

and still for now

I met the day