I flee to the trees the bayous

the rough bark and murky water asking nothing

letting me climb fall swim flounder without remark

I learn how to breathe again after landing too hard

find my way back to the surface after exploring too far

under the coolness of canopied cypress

listening to the lap and flow against the muddied bank

I rest sufficient without having to be

a glittering mirror never enough never enough

I know that I am enough enough for me