Personal, Writing

Sequoia

I stand among the giant redwood trees
and marvel at their sentience.
Older than America, forefathers and
Mother Earth. Fragrance permeating
the air – bark and laurel, like bay.

He brought the woods to me, this
unexpected guest. I hold my breath.
Shaded skull on skin, silk and velvet
rose petals falling towards the
earth. We exist on borrowed time.

I dive deep into the Pacific Ocean,
cerulean, cerebral, still
hold my gaze. Through your lens
what do you see? I tell you I have
never been in love, never

Before felt the sunlight that bursts
between the sequoias after heavy rainfall.
Still, I let it in. This light can bridge
five thousand miles.
Here is where
I left my heart.