If I could be like that tree
that stood and sheltered me
in rooted presence and
boughs of hospitality.
If I could be like that January lake
at midnight frozen solid
and still. Welcoming my footsteps
as the moon cast shadows
across the friendly ache
of luxurious silence.
If I could be like that elevated expanse
of granite in the sunshine. Stretched
out and waiting to warm a chilled
and hidden child tucked away
but emerging for the first time.