to the tree | a poem

to I look at you and love so deeply,

the love so widely, so expansively

tree I could cry, so beautiful— so

like you, moving is the sight of your

my friend, entangled limbs. they're

I'm learning just like mine... your

to caress my- arms holding me

selves. growing so very reliably

the capacity to be at every time

here, to be with, to of day, of

carry and support the night

parts that need to be been . . .

with & carried, need caressing . .

and supporting. need the caring. .

you are a million miracles & then

some. rain letting your dark skin

glisten as you're drinking up the

blessing that keeps falling from

the sky. and I'm sitting here, and

I listen to the music that emerges.

music, uncomposable. yes— we

are a miracle.