She went there to contemplate
and heal her aching longing
to the grove of inspiration
where nimble squirrels played
A world of responsibility and ignorance
Pressed upon sagging shoulders
As she entered the dappled space
sitting amongst the flowers and butterflies
like some Grade B children’s movie
With stern determination
To be light and playful
With her sword of honest reflection
The dichotomy of intentions
Balloons weighted
Until a cutting of the strings
With focus and whispers
From the Eternity of the moment
