Singing

Walking,

forward motion,
a gathering of energy.

Halting,

a planting of feet,
rooting deep into the earth.

Reaching,
deep within the soul,
to the farthest interior places.

Breathing,
all the way down,
filling the roots to earth’s core.

Opening,
with skill and intent,
awaiting an optimal cue.

Releasing
the voice into waiting space,
words floating on waves of song.

Singing:
defying rooted gravity
to soul-fly with the birds of the sky.

© 2010 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen