I am a Sycamore, stripped bare
shedding all that I knew
Raw flesh exposed
to the light
Afraid of what is there
starting anew
Losing me
losing you
Falling away
yet finding
a part of me
just beneath
Roots holding steady
reaching toward the river
Come sit under the canopy
and tell me your story
carve me into a canoe
for the journey
to the headwater
with you
