Hardwood

Life has a compelling journey for each of us.

Some ascend,

A sturdy oak,

Strong and stable,

Elemental and grounded.

Others meander like the branches of a mesquite tree.

My promenade is that of the mesquite.

At times I grow upward,

Often, I extend out,

Occasionally I intersect with the ground,

Not to be swallowed,

Instead,

Securing a structure,

For the branches to come.

It is a dance with the wind,

And the earth,

As I pirouette toward the sky.