There Came A Day

when in early morning I sipped green tea and gazed out

the living room window at the Melaleuca shimmering

in sunlight, fledgling tree stretching up and out to sky

beyond the borders of my vision, when I chose to sit erect,

to wholly offer myself like a tree to Life and all she would

ask of me, rooted as I was, reaching leafing longing

from dirt to cloud, and back down again.