a path of eucalyptus trees

The eucalyptus trees have foraged a path I've yet to know.

And with each step,

I move faster.

Slippery mud and a running stream,

Brown snapped twigs, 

My body now sings.

And the minute that passes

the sun falls beneath thee,

I grab with my own.

My hands

my voice

my feet.

I do not lose what is given so freely,

for I own

the path of these twigs, mud, and eucalyptus trees.

No longer do the hawks circle from above.

No longer do I wait for your love.

I seek today.

I seek tomorrow. 

I sought yesterday. 

I crave the path of unknown possibilities.

Give me the green of the court.

The white of the board. 

The asphalt that stings.

The cold white ice.

The foam of roaring waves.

Give me the body of movement, 

the worlds of words

that I transform to my own. 

Give me paths meant to be stepped on

And days of sun that linger on.

I give back with my hunger.

I send light to your gifts.

I whisper thank you.

I pray I love you.

To the stars of the versions of you, us, and me.

Becoming...

In the path of Eucalyptus trees.

When I fall from the branches...

I linger.

I am free.