Trees...you have no idea...

...you 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

yes

they even speak


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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

Trees

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

and never was.




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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


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

Trees


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


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