Memory

I go to the place

Where the big trees are,

And stand.

I see the sunlight

Shining through centuries

of limbs and branches.

I breathe the air filtered

By these giants of the mountains

and feel small and safe

and grateful

at their feet.

Mariposa Grove, Yosemite National Park

Pandemic haiku

The tracks of our tears,

Lean on me when you’re not strong

#alone together