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Friday, July 25, 2014 have no idea... have no idea
what it's like for us
out here living under
our delusion of control
where we move about
arranging and rearranging
our lives
and our worlds
in such a way as
to please ourselves
and enhance our level of smugness

this much righteousness
is tiring after awhile
the endless effort of
asserting dominance
wearying to one who would
much rather wrap herself
around you and grow bark
sprout twigs don leaves
know what it's like
to not have to worry
about any of this

and on rainy nights
to know what it's like
to converse with things
that mostly just stand
about during the day
every day
their tops the only thing
moving their roots
living proof that all things
adapt and that sometimes

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Trees....what's it like...

To be rooted is perhaps the most important and least recognized need of the human soul. It is one of the hardest to define.~Simone Weil


what's it like to stand there for so long
that you forget where you are
and know nothing but that
you've never been
anywhere else
but right there
knowing nothing at all
about what it's like
to be yanked up by the hair
and set down where you
don't want to be
but have no say
in the matter

of course it does happen to you
from time to time when
the wind catches you
in its embrace and
topples you to the ground
in a crazy dance
or someone with a saw comes along
thinking they know better
and then you find out
that there's no going back
that rootless is your
new state
if you're even
still standing
at all

it's said that assumptions are dangerous
especially if they have to do
with trees and feeling rooted
because you know
and always have
that it's just an illusion as
much as it is
when we say
we can
go home again
when there really is no such place

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Trees....she said....

...she said that you are

our link to the sky
that without the sky's
great canvas your own
majesty might be lost
and I said I got it
that without you
the idea of sky would
grow smaller and that
neither of you would
amount to much

it's true for I only
see your grandeur
from far below from
where I sometimes
cannot even see your face
yet I know it's there
looking outward feeling
me down here wishing
I could see you smile
the way trees do
by merely being

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Trees...I haven't forgotten...


I haven't forgotten you know
those others the ones I thought
I could live without whose every
bough and twig I recall even now
even this far away or this close.

I remember still the way they had
that protective way that
had they spoken would have
comforted me much as my mother's
voice did once in another life.

I left them, too, as I had her but
looked back often wishing I hadn't
and now they're all gone she them
and all I have left are the shadows
that fall before me
your shadows
not theirs
not hers