Sequoia

Graceful visitors
hovering above ground, roots exposed
unstable
in any language of certainty
(you) wouldn't stand a chance
singing solo
A cappella sighs
sustained in a generous space
choirs find connections
at the deep bedrock of longing
intertwining rides out the storms

underground, overground
onslaughts
chime down
to murmuring dawn
landscapes awash
with tranquil brown puddles
deep enough for a dozen sparrows
their little brown bodies quickening
into spiky wetness
their water play a frolic of hops, chirps
and fluttering
unguarded vulnerability

Let's watch them for a few minutes, you say
and memory, being the carnal tether that it is,
calls me back to every shared heartbeat
loving
how your strength resides in your unhurried watchfulness
a golden moment testimony
to the resilience of grass,
dandelions and groves
leaning into twilight
when everything has a chance to move