What I would give to simply be
a gnarled tree beside the sea.
My only job to be with the wind,
cling to the earth,
be a place for birds.
But if I were a tree I wouldn’t be me
with parts and pieces celebrating ‘free’.
What if I were me beside the sea?
Part or whole, gnarly or strong,
I could simply be me
unfettered and tall,
wise from the journey
neither weak nor strong.