The March Pond

Standing on solid ground
ice firm beneath my feet.
soft shimmering sheet of snow sprinkled lightly
here
on the shady side of the March pond.
Tall naked trees on either side
branches lifted in praise.
Sun at my back
birds singing sweetly
traacks of the wild ones who walked before me.
Dare I follow them?
Step lightly sister, slow and steady, cautiously.
This is fragile ground...sacred ground.
Why so tempted to run?
It is good to be here on solid ground.
Yet, the deep calls.
I find my feet walking
stepping out
onto the sunny side.
See how the snow is melting around you?
small pools of water just ahead.
Why is the water so seductive?
Have you forgotten?
You were born to swim.