Like the wood anemone that grows in bounty,
she widens her spirit with a rolling pin & throws it out the kitchen window.
Letting it roam vast oceans and municipal roads,
deciding for itself whom to love and where feels like home.
After days of unassisted travel, her spirit boomerangs back
& splats against the kitchen window.
She smiles, knowing that her spirit feels most honored behind the ribs in her chest,
not imprisoned, but guarded against the ills of the world’s unrest.
Peace & Blessings,