Oracle
I sit inside a redwood tree
on a root seat made for me.
The bark is feathered
with openings on three sides.
A twig dangles outside one window
with no perceivable connection
to anything but wind.
"You are held, buoyed.
You need never do
another thing,
just swing along the path
which draws you."
I leave the tree
and stand,
walk to the sound
of water falling
down a rock plate
before it connects
to the sea.
I return across a wooden bridge.
Three children play,
Their mother is an easy troll.
I pass.
