Escaped from an ornate belt, it happened on an Indian Summers Day.I realized calmness in me that I never thought I had or could retrievenaturally. Something magical happened, climbing up inside of me, has reached its peak and needed an open space for relief.Reminded sometimes of past sexual desires, this burning is put out and replaced.By trees, stripped by time, limitless weather, and natural green.A balance I could not find in one place, but many:Woods, creeks, brooks, rivers… and the oceans that shift back and forth.Connecting and disconnecting, like the cells in my body.Relating to that large body of water with great punctuation, magnanimous thoughts of spiritual freedom and beauty and innocence.Sensual clouds of shrubbery on the ground and in the skyInhuman, but human to mebecause I feel at one with it.A wild road of balance to hold ontoand think about everywhere I go.This has unleashed a jealousy held in for yearsand replaced with a tranquility I’ve had for yearsbut never felt so strongly until-One Indian Summers Day…-by Sandra Mally
