Day 12: (a day late!) We dance round in a ring and suppose,

The Secret Sits

The redwoods, even now, always grow in
rings, like a tall thin cage.  Looking up from
the center, you can see blue, cloudless sky
crowned in a wealth of green fronds. Underneath
your feet is a soft carpet of loss, and
under that the dark, deep scent the earth.
What’s important is to remember this:
even as hope reaches skyward, your feet
rest on what’s come before, however dark
however deep.