Letting Go

I feel the joys of little boys,

giggles of little girls,

the way the leaves let go

Of bark when the wind blows,

on to other landings.

I feel skin growing,

Glowing,

Cells murmuring to each other as

Healing, love happens.

Memories awaken, share themselves

And they bind

Entwine,

together, again

And more, as time takes its own

Pace, marching, sailing, moving

In each mind.