Commingling

It’s just as I dreamed
Our lives and fingers intertwining
Like the trunks of trees
Grown close
Foreheads pressed together
Breathing as breeze through leaves
Our roots seeking the same gritty nutrient source
A silent agreement to share and not compete


To cut one down
Would be to kill both
Shattering the gentle symbiosis
Created by our quirky happenstance of a beginning


We will weather nature’s burdens
Gnarling and silver barked
A ring for each shared year
Reaching heights impossible
With any other or alone


Don’t let me go