Held by the Trees

There is no single tree in the Lower Haight that
stands out to me.

It’s just that they are there.

Present. Together.

With us.

With me.

Cradling the Wiggle

of bikers,

drivers,

diners,

protesters,

and babies, in strollers, pushed by grandparents.

And parents.

Soaking up the dogs. Oh so many dogs.

Living, breathing, surviving, and thriving.

Anchoring me.

Through the shards of glee and gloom,

with life.

Sustained

by the good view
above and around.

Together.

The people and
trees

of the Lower
Haight.