I wrote this a ways back. Remembering my childhood in Gimli in the summer.
Ammas Willow
By Maja Larson
Light bounced and splayed
Piercing my eyes as we wadded
In Gimli’s waters
We were wonder bound
Our laughter trailed
In whirling waves
Her body the Bow, carving the way.
Little toes slide and slip in the silt
Eyes fixed on her form, white blouse the Sail.
Riding the swells, the graceful arms of the Willow reach down.
Steady is the way.
Maja Larson Studio 