Symmathesy

(the poem)

Each one of us is a crooked tree,

Reaching for water and light,

Bending ourselves around obstacles,

Scary thoughts, hurtful moments,

darkness & thirst,

Finding a way to breathe in the sun and hold the soil,

Our branches are kinked and twisted,

Because that is what it took to be here,

The ways of learning to be in our worlds,