Glass Portals

If I have to have walls,
give me windows
big and bright
where shadows can dance for hours
with the light,
windows that open
wide
to invite the breezes
inside.
In all mental-health seasons,
I so easily slip away
for days,
lose myself
in those sunny sills
and rainy panes,
faraway thoughts
that need not be
sorted nor restrained;
even my muses need
a holiday.
The spaces inside
my dwelling fade
in comparison
to the glass
and screens I need
for my soul
to not suffocate.
If I have to have walls,
give me windows
through which to endlessly
escape.

Flight

There is a certain trust

that is birthed, it seems,

when we let go of those things,

the ones,

we are not meant to be gripping,

for the wind cannot carry

that which is so willfully tethered.

If we simply allow ourselves

to float and let go,

all that is meant for us individually

will work itself out.

I am in no hurry

and my hands are empty,

the pace and weight required, I think,

to be light enough to be picked up

by the breeze.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

This Summer Breeze

This summer breeze comes and goes,

an invisible ebb and flow;

lush trees leap up to meet it

creating in their dance the music

that entices the distant wind chime

and the birds hovering,

spread-winged in flight

to softly join in,

and the chorus flows in

and out of me

as a sea of peace

chasing away again and again

the sticky stillness of the heat.

Some may stay indoors to avoid the humidity,

but without some uncomfortableness,

how can one appreciate the blessings

given so freely,

like that of the tree-dance ceremony

performed so gracefully

in the summer breeze.