I missed the oaks

From my old neighborhood.

And it's taken me two months to see

That there are oaks here.

Sometimes we don't see the forest for the trees.

Sometimes we don't see the trees

For what they are.

The oaks here are so much bigger

That I didn't see them as oaks.

Sometimes we don't recognize the people who come to us

Because they are so big on the inside.

They shatter the symbols

We hold in our minds

Of what friends can be,

And we find that we simply cannot take them for granted.

I am happy to find myself surrounded by giant oaks,

And by giant personalities

Of human loveliness.

-jenn