Winding and winding
up to wound and bound tight
as the tasks to grab all day’s promises
cramp tension strapped up in rapt labor
rendering us strained to wire thin
Then the retuning breath in time
not to come unstrung
but returning us to balance
harmony of settling into self
returning to true center’s song
the musical medicine of dusk gathering
the renewing darkness down in dreams
Lanning Lee 