Like a tree
I hold
all the layers
of my life
and ours
at once
All the scars
& ridges
roots shoots
& fruit born
& leaves that sing
in the breeze
Inner rings
cannot be seen
tho they are
the core of my being
breathing
soft & slow
So as stressed
as I often feel
I remember
how blessed
I am to be alive
learning
how to live well
like an oak