The cedar stands alone: an altarunto herself; a sentinel
amidst the asphalt, abandoned push carts and
Beneath her spiraling presenceand light decked boughs
I touch her fibrous coat: richearthy tones of dark cherry, chestnut and chocolate; and
trace the cellulose strands beyond reach of human constraint.
Roots become one;
I am on the high steppe,silence moves through me.
Above, a myriad of lights:
constellations of trust,
dance me to my centre.