There is power between
these two trees, where
I sit and ponder
Adam and Eve,
Earth and Life.
In this yard, cicadas sing the day
and crickets night
while quiet holds the between
that both settles and sends.
But now I sit – tree crowns intersect overhead
and under my feet roots intertwine.
I am held by these two friends:
sheltered above, buoyed below with
the earth beneath being Adam of another kind,
and I – a kind of earth, a child of life – am
grateful today to be between
earth to earth,
ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.