of crooked wanderings

i, enamored of sight and sound
vertical, stretching lines, yawning and spanning skyward and stretching swift,
rushing of wind through canopy aloft,
while below, outward, a manmade crooked path
begging to be enjoined and traversed,
a beacon of connection to earth and wood and life.
while she,
takes measured graceful steps
1200 feet concentrated, wistful,
and present, weightless,
like a butterfly


it happened so fast! first she was 2, then 12, then...21. i'm so thankful for her.