Lately I’ve been feeling
Like a tree,
On the edge of a forest,
On the edge of the beach.
Pondering how tf
To reach for more water
And turn my face to the sun
While keeping all the other trees with me
If the metaphor holds
Then perhaps all that’s needed
Is to reach with my branches
While extending my roots.
Because a tree that’s all branches
With no roots
Falls over immediately,
Dead from lack of nourishment.
But paradoxically,
The more a tree roots down
The farther it can branch.