Lying on the ground.
Tangled woven fabric all around me, across my face circling my body.
Standing arms flailing.
A puppy, playfully pulling around, like he’s chasing his tail, helping me unravel.
The puppet strings are cut.
I no longer need to wrestle or perform.
I can be.
He smells like heaven.
Lush and green.
Warm and luscious.
We are walking freely.
(Thank you to lovely Linda for helping me be and amazing Ang for the inspiration! Glory!)