The Most Natural Thing (a Poem)

My Samara Self (first three stanzas) 9/28/2022; The Most Natural Thing (second three stanzas) 11/17/2022

The samara sang out, when she broke away,

Just one wing, but I still fly,

Lifted on the wind, trusting.

Going, going, going, but

Always at rest.

Always pregnant with my gift.

The tree I am not.

The tree I am, in flight,

Untethered.

A perfect package of purpose

And peace.

Come what may, I care not.

I exist, a miracle and

An inconsequential thing.

Potential unleashed.

Power limitless.

Oh, but then, the Samara felt

On that whirling, twirling flight away, I’m dizzy, I’m scared, I don’t feel so free. I want to go back to the safety of the tree.

Said the wind and rain

That washed her away,

Do nothing but this:

Believe and breathe,

And remember, sweet soul, you were made for this.

So she did.

Again and again, hour after hour.

And then, the most natural thing:

She opened

And let slip out

Her truest power.