Ignited

Roots steadied as bark hugged my foundations, No thought of criticism’s evil eyes of lust, My mind and body comforted in adulations, In humankind and gentle tenors did I trust; No god to devoid me of light and meaning, My essence laughed and yet still asked to be expressed, All my limbs, arms and two legs, juiced in feeling, And my spirit did not then need to be dressed. I was respected by my opportunity which alighted, Into my night, swept up my distance with its heart, And my new relationships listened and delighted, In my determined effort, my awkward leap and dart; I was filled with regality, drenched in truth, I had felt so parched of water in my youth.