The seaweed moves with the sea.
Limp it has no sturdy stem to keep it upright,
moves like a dancer might
arch her back,
unfolding from the arm of her partner.
Giving him all her weight.
The seaweed moves with the current.
Yet holds on, adheres herself
to lightly float, like the tree roots itself in,
waves in the wind.
The seaweed moves with the current,
that standing we feel the tide’s weight.
Make ourselves limp,
unfold, and let the sea, in its surety
as dancers release and embrace.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry