Is it resilience in the trees when
yesterday the leaves were grey and upside down
even the branches went limp, tossed from the storm as if desperate for water
in spite of the pouring rain.
Today the leaves are shining green with the sun
like a friend in a nearby lounge chair whose hands dangle over the sides.
I have had the privilege of time,
of grassy lawns, even if they are not my own,
of silence seeking and finding
and passing storms.
I have forgotten the words you said and the fear like clothes I used to wear
and I wonder if this is forgiveness.