Namaskar

A poem that takes place in a quiet place away from the penitentiary that is society.

The strong arms of a wise tree embrace her
rough, dark, but open.
The snow gently dances,
toward outstretched branches.
Quiet and Surreal
A young woman, nude, kneels
before her god.

Her dark skin
Connects with the uneven, dormant Mother Earth,
secure
beneath her.

Tranquility rejuvenates the sentimental realm.
Wind caresses her vulnerability.
Serenity engulfs
her Spirit.