Here

in the hills and valleys
the perched villages
the cliff top ruins
the Luberon

Here

my rooted toes
reach down 
into the past
clinging
bringing
deep nourishment

Upward

through my legs, my trunk
gnarly and rough
long lived
surviving
growing

 Upward

my branchy arms
my leafy fingers
grasp the future
lightly
lightly
through this 

Now