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Sunday, June 9, 2013

Tethered tightly by a woven rope to a hunched over willow.
The security of the rope draws me to the warm ground.
It ties around my not so girly figure, sheilded by my folding skin, like a loved ones arm wrapped around my waist.
My fingers stretch out, fingertips curling to graze the water that is barely within reach.
I want the sensation of the water rounding each toe, inching up my body creating a ring as it rises.
I work the knot that has been tied so long around my waist.
Twisting, bending, yanking and guiding its rough ends to be free.
There I stand alone, white finger tips holding the rope, staring at the unprotected water.
The thought to tie myself back up enters my mind and is even enticing.
But it's loaded twine hits the ground and my feet inch forward.
Only the impression of the woven rope is left upon my waist. 
Swimming bare.
You can find me under water, where the light dances.


2 comments :

  1. "There I stand alone, white finger tips holding the rope, staring at the unprotected water. The thought to tie myself back up enters my mind and is even enticing."

    Love this. I feel like I know exactly what you mean. Love you friend, can't wait to see you so soon :) xo

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  2. Kate, so beautiful. You so eloquently expressed in a few words the empowering freedom each human heart desires. Sometimes we don't even realize we are missing that freedom because some of us have never experienced it. I enjoyed this Kate. Thank you.

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