It took a while to notice, but over the last five years or so, I have lived in the Psalms.

Depth can simply mean the distance down. Considering the Sequoia, depth would include its roots.

I presume to tax my unexcused absences. I hide in my hoodie. I miss game nights that bond people. I glob on crazy glue. I hand-write fluorescent encouragement and decorate tenderness with stickers.

I liked to hide beneath the catalpa tree on the terraces behind my house. Its huge, heart-shaped leaves hid me.