loose threads

every morning i
   touch nature —
quite literally embrace
  the fuzzy trunk
of a redwood
  tilt my head up
say good morning to my
    little patch of sky
 the small oval
between branches where
   the blue sky or clouds
  remind me
they can’t take the sky from you
 i bring an offering
to thank the earth
                    the trees and grass
        the rocks, rooks, and creatures 
   for sustenance and hope
 for allowing me to reintegrate 
into that from which i was born