Change – a poem

Have you ever had a big change in life? This poem comes from dancing through it. Surrendering to the winds of change, then finally, finding home.

When I die,

I will leap

from this party,

I will fling 

out my arms

and dance,

a maple key

spinning from tree.

I will tumble

into the chaos

of winds,



Touch down,

root into mud,

a new home,

a sapling be.