Dream

In my dream
A tree
Leans out
Over a sharp rock cliff
A thick brown rope
Dangles
And I climb on
Swinging over the unknown
I rock slowly
Turning in rhythms
Ancient as a mother’s song
I am cut loose
Flung away
Falling
I awake To feel my feet
Taking root
Tree limbs tangled with my ownG
reen leaves in my eyes.

Sandi Tomlin-Sutker