A New Poem: Spirit's Slipstream

 On my way to healing....

A single chime rings.

Silver ribbons dance in the breeze.

 

One tree waves.

“Come along,” it says.

 

But where? And how?

The clouds glide slowly

 

west to east, with relentless grace.

“Flow in seamless increments,” they say,

 

“the way we do.

“Even the rooted ones sway with us.”

 

The trees, the clouds, the hovering hummingbirds

find Spirit’s slipstream.

 

“But what does this have to do with healing?” I ask.

“Everything,” they say.

 

“Everything.”

“Join us.

 

“Plunge into the slipstream.

Let go.”