The towering, ancient redwood she hugs. The great Sequoia, in whose tunnel we stand. The Cypress before which he poses. The one whose species I forget, but against whose trunk I leaned as I sit upright in zazen posture, legs together in the Burmese tradition.

how intertwined

are all of our roots

these trees and us

as the wind blows where it will

& the sun rises and sets

for Tanka Poets on Site: Gerry Muse #425. Prompt for 5th October 2024 As Lovely as a Tree