Oct 2019
From my porch it looks black, the tree
It stands alone upon a crest in the field. The sun takes hold of its roots every morning. Pulls itself up over the horizon.
I haven’t walked out there. I prefer to know the tree as I see it from my porch. A callous and charred reminder of the cruelty of time. Screaming silently in stark contrast to the onslaught of a new day.
I can’t imagine not seeing that tree every morning. I don’t want to. And yet I can’t tell it how much it means to me. How I’ll feel if I wake up one day and it’s gone.
Just as that tree has but a few branches left as do I people that matter to me. And just like that tree. These people couldn’t possibly fathom the heart gutting angst the loss of them would cause me.
Tonight a billion photons will bounce off the moon and land in the arms of that tree. While I get high on the porch and mourn the fact that much like these people I do covet. I’ll never mean as much to this ****** tree as it does to me.
It stands alone upon a crest in the field. The sun takes hold of its roots every morning. Pulls itself up over the horizon.
I haven’t walked out there. I prefer to know the tree as I see it from my porch. A callous and charred reminder of the cruelty of time. Screaming silently in stark contrast to the onslaught of a new day.
I can’t imagine not seeing that tree every morning. I don’t want to. And yet I can’t tell it how much it means to me. How I’ll feel if I wake up one day and it’s gone.
Just as that tree has but a few branches left as do I people that matter to me. And just like that tree. These people couldn’t possibly fathom the heart gutting angst the loss of them would cause me.
Tonight a billion photons will bounce off the moon and land in the arms of that tree. While I get high on the porch and mourn the fact that much like these people I do covet. I’ll never mean as much to this ****** tree as it does to me.
