holding space

Under the willow I sit

She offers me a generosity of shade

  but not so much that I can’t feel

  the gentle filtered rays warm my face

Her gracefulness puts me at ease

She gives me space

  — she holds space

Enough so I don’t feel crowded in

There’s room for me here

The breeze agrees

  passing by unassuming

her presence naturally welcoming

  and unthreatening

I feel no harshness

  only warmth and protection

It opens me up

  coaxes me to awaken into the space

So generously provided

To breathe in

  and lean back against the trunk

  that so easily bears my weight

At least it seems that way

I never thought to question

She makes me feel at home

  in her presence