Like the cedar out my window
leans to reach light
roots straining from the dirt
risks the danger of uprooting completely,
I too lean toward something elusive.
Goodness, perfection, truth.
I think it is truth I yearn to bask in.
And yet, reaching for it puts me in danger
of losing hold of the life
I am rooted in.
I and the cedar
see something more
that appears within reach
if we bend a little, try harder, let go of more,
be content with less
and hope that roots still grounded
will be enough to nourish and sustain
our awkward position
©2015 Sharron R. McMillan