A branch is the opposite of a hole

(May 2021, Sequoia National Forest, near the Boole Tree trail. God do I love climbing trees. Especially big trees.)

A branch is the opposite of a hole

Halfway back down the tree lingering
for no reason but the way rain slides
down the car window into each other streaming
so I sat here still over 50 feet up
not realizing I’d stopped slowly climbing down
the slippery peeling branches to sit silently
alone with no one I needed to please
and nowhere I needed to be
not top branch nor ground nor bus home but here
on this branch where my raindrops collided
and the flow of my attention along the branches
felt so similar to the flow of whatever thoughts
I followed in the loud silence of brilliance
that I did not notice the flowing
from branch to thought
for these growths are all one water
and focus is as seamless as the stream
and every word, leaves.