Excellent! I loved the last stanza, "Holding out my hand / to help it ashore / in the slippery mud / of my fears, / I smile to myself / in a sudden spray of bird-call / back in the stand of new Shagbark Hickory / over my shoulder." I grew up with the Shagbark Hickory in my wild backyard and the trees seemed so peaceful, and at ease, towering over me, yet comforting me all the same. Thanks!
standing in the same stream twice - "purchasing a hold in the bank...could it, would it do thison any other day than one overcast" - excellent jot, it is all about companionship - "Holding out my handto help it ashorein the slippery mudof my fears"
It is creeping, this life form on the interface between two worlds, but moving much slower than we do. If it succeeds in retaining the soil in its branches in a few decades the area around it will be solid ground and it will have transitioned over to the dry side.