Be a Willow
A prompted poem for my son
The willow tree is one of the few trees that is capable of bending in outrageous poses without snapping. Dixie Brown, Willow Place for Women
Be a willow Embrace rather than brace Drop every leaf of resistance, allowing the storm to shape you – the winds and waves, compass choreographer
Weep when Spirit prompts Without shame, tears feeding your roots like robins — arias of wisdom and renewal — feeding their young. Even now, you are dancing
your arms arcs de triomphe, at the ready to engage in exultant pas de deux with the world, sheltering others but first, the dryad leavening your bark
from the raw, blistering sunburn of disbelief, despair, an irreparably broken heart
©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2020
I began this poem after a phone call with my son left me feeling like I’d blown it. Not because of what I said but what I hadn’t.
Oh, thank you, Muse, yet again. I wound up ‘sheltering’ not only my baby but my own ‘dryad.’
Thank you, Jean Carfantan, for the prompt “Trim the Sails.” What do we often need to ‘trim’ from our lives? Resistance.
“Surrender to what is. Say ‘yes’ to life — and see how life suddenly starts working for you rather than against you.” Eckhart Tolle
Thank you, dearest readers, for sailing with me.






