Through the Window


through the window

I exercise in front of our west facing windows. 

Through one window a pair 

of oak trees stand on top of a hill.

The trees say I must speak for them.

When California burned and smoked the air,

I imagined them.

In rain clear air,

we look one to the other.

Their roots grip the hill. 

I try to model them,

sink my burning feet into the floor.

“Notice,”  they say,

“we don’t bend or break.

Our tops rounded we cling

to the earth.”

Pushing down on the walker

I use for parallel bars,

I raise myself on my toes.

I pretend I have roots sinking.

For one brief moment, I am straight


Listening to oak wisdom,

I breathe into the coming day.

               Janice DeRuiter Eskridge © 2018  

About Winding Stream Press

Janice DeRuiter Eskridge, M.F.A. is a poet who worked for over a decade as a poet-teacher for California Poets in the Schools. Helen Shoemaker, Ph.D. L.M.F.T. is a university professor who teaches in the areas of child development and counseling. She is also a therapist in private practice.
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