Listening to the presence
the presence of Nyiasha
she, like the filddle heads
unfurls into the spring of herself
A fern who breaks through long awaited soil
fingering for sun
Her years reach almost 20 now
She sits like an elegant plant beside me
halo of cloud hair christens her head
seeds germinate inside her
listening to the live presence of Nyiasha
Listening to her listen beside me
her willow roots have taken hold in the banks
the river inside me syncs to
the river going by us below
swelling like my so much love for her
after such a long time
Dead and broken hurricane trees and driftwood
bask and roll beneath wild dogwood
blossoming white like star blessings
the shore and forest floor
the mystery of Nyiasha
her quiet strong strength discovering itself
as the last days of adolescence linger
lapping lazy like willow branches
getting in the last taste of a time
that will move on
through her new door of sky
Alexandra Morgan May 4, 2013….Birthday Picnic at Sojourner Truth Park