Grandmother Tree

This Tree. The live oak

at Springer’s Point…

is the Grandmother Tree.

She has magic & wisdom in her

far deeper than mine.

Or yours.

I climb her branches & lay in her folds.

I rest

supported

by her sturdy

& flexible frame.

As she holds me, she whispers the secrets

of the sea

of the stars

of the universe.

As she holds me, she tells me I

am her own.

In the Grandmother Tree

that sits by the sea

I know I am not alone.

by Desirée Christa Ricker