Waking up at nighttime
clouds taking the horizon
charging like an army.
Another day gone
A day of new smells
A day with new touch….
of old signs you may not have noticed on
old drives on new days.
New flashbacks of old memories -
triggered by something
that wasn’t a trigger yesterday.
almost identical to the last
but no moment is the same.
I sit across from the pine tree; it’s height towering over mine. Feeling like a newborn baby, my eyes do not yet know of the depth in this world. The color of green fills up this whole room, demanding my attention. I don’t know if I’ve been here a single day, or a year - entrapped in a capsule of strength.
A mothering tree, looks down to protect, I look up to make sure I am grounded. I stand still in this space and I feel my roots sinking, farther and farther, deeply intertwined. We touch here at the bottom, and I know - she and I are the same. I am her as she is me. We come from the same place, of creation and beauty. Struggling to bring our roots to the surface, as strong as they are below.
Filling up the darkness and growing through the top, into the light -
Into the sky.