Glancing Back

Someone cleared away the bracken from the old rope swing.

Back then it scratched my shin.

Today I walked down the slope again rolling daisies thin.

I stumbled towards the rooted clover and held the cord abreast.

I breathed out, and it felt good,

Goodness,

Gracious breath.

I coiled around the alter and glanced my way right through,

Rippling in the brightening light

As sweet green dappled sweet blue.