poem: at one with the old, gnarled cedar

there is an old, giant
cedar tree outside
my kitchen window
to which I have become accustomed

it is gnarled
with long branches
billowing in the wind
lifting up and settling back down

my breathing
following the pattern
of the old tree in its’
inhaling and exhaling

pouring my coffee
I wonder
why have I not written
about this old friend before

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
April 3, 2021

photo by Herb Stone