SARASOTA

A cry in the wilderness heard

Echoing through endless scattered and spaced leaves

Moist fervent undergrowth clings to ancient footsteps

Sweetly singing

Breathing softly

 I am here   I heard you

 I see you    I am delighted your shadow faded

Your lightness catching rays of sunshine and the 

brillance of rainbows

Whirling on the ground, dancing with

my dervish youth

The cascade of possibilites broken into

sparkling shards of adventures

We may rise to the heavens and back

We may be still   grounded in acceptance

of this time and space

Spurred with imagination and divine icing of grace

I reach heavenly

Remembering my African name, Mawenda

I ask yours once again

I never forgot