Out on This Natural limb
On the ends
of wind-waving branches
I build my residence
watching all manner
of creatures grow into living
the fragrance of the wind
carrying pollen and ozone
feeds my inner ocean
as long fingers of sunlight reach
the vast expanse of my seeing.
Out on this natural limb
I wait for morning
clinging to the inside
of the earth’s desires.
~Janavi Held © 2017
Letters to My Oldest Friend 