I know rocking
impetus through
toes and hips and spine,
know that pressure
of soothing contradiction
inherent in the rhythm
that balance dances me
forward… backward
in a tipsy edging
drift through
shadow afternoons
of restlessness
where wanting gathers
in my arms and lap…
in summoned memory
of infants nourishing
and dozing…and laughing
to songs I’d lilting sing
in cadence to the bowing
and the gliding and the
tilting and the swaying
and the loving of this place
Bonnie Marshall
Art Photography by Susan Savad
Proem... 
You brought it all back to me Bonnie. The rocking and swaying, the holding. Another beautiful piece, with rhythm in your chosen words and structure.
I appreciate so much your reading. Glad you felt this in it. Smiles.
You are welcome, you are a very talented woman. Smiles
bright star, you are, to many of us, still, here.
And that is quite reassuring, Ward. Smile.
“know that pressure
of soothing contradiction
inherent in the rhythm
that balance dances me
forward… backward…”
….so perfect, Bonnie. The physics of loving surrender…. Wow!
Thank you, dear and perceptive poet friend.