Start small—
a seedling
leaning
in the shade
of a giant,
feeding on raindrops
escaped from the canopy
It climbs
trusting
holding the bark,
wayward limbs sway, seek, return
to the strength of the tree
all growing up—
growing out—
growing in
The giant grows too
hugging its vine
bending its shoulders
sharing the scars
carved deep
into its body
by love
and time
Written May 16, 2022. Began writing it as a goodbye to a house, but it turned into a metaphor about motherhood as I wrote it. Happy little accidents.
everyday life, freestyle, non-rhyming, short, nature, parenthood
