The emerald breeze
she gathers me,
she’s become an old
friend,
who knows my needs.

No longer as new
as she used to be,
there is
a depth
a compatibility
a familiarity
a history.

She’s watched me
grow,
just like her trees,
new roots laid down
in Kauai’s
green.

New arms outstretched
towards sky’s luminosity
-still intrinsically me-
I’ve also
become
more like she:

Patient,
gracious,
more expectation-free,
we shift shapes
and grow deeper
through life’s
unravelings.

Returning
within
every time we
sieve
old husks of self
giving way to
new leaves.