Stranded

The long strong stringy strands

Wrapped me in a cradle ———————————————-swinging

around and around

spinning branches bound taught

anticipating the final release

in a delirious centrifugal force

twirling in the opposite direction again and again and again

day after day after day

our bond grew tighter and tighter

never wanting to leave the round

safety of the towering nape,

the lightness of hair

happy to stay forever expanding inside time’s

reach

I was the last to enjoy this towering Willow.

Heaven’s violence sent a lightning strike

mauling the grandeur in half

far from when meant to die

Me just 5, orphaned by this wise nature

stranded in the wrong age, late