I am building a tree fort
Out among the cedars
Looking up at underbellies of chicadees
Delighted to see the dance of the nuthatch
Pecking its way downward
Not really a tree fort
It only feels that way
as I work amidst the branches
replacing a collapsed roof
under which I store wood
Hidden in the trees it is
a place to sit unseen
to look out on the rain
streaking down to nourish the land
while a little wren hops
along the edge of the blackberry row
a place of escape to just be
sitting on a woodpile
melding with the natural world
or at least aspiring to
Radha
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