Against my back is the rough texture of oak tree bark,
I give it my entire attention, for it is here that I find my strength.
Fragile spine against a layered trunk of experience and trials,
I am inspired by it’s sturdy habits.
At times, strong winds bent it nearly to breaking, yet it remains upright;
Reminded of the forces that have threatened my own grounding,
I am reassured that I too will stand tall once more.
Long limbs reach down and like a crone’s overgrown nails
scratches the itch within my soul, their shadows hug me close to the earth.
Invisible cocoon that welcomes and nurtures,
I sit with my back against the rough texture of an oak tree,
and there acquire the strength to live.