THE UNSEEN BECOMING SEEN
"Draw me a tree?"
I plead.
And so, she starts off
on the journey
of drawing me
a tree.
She draws a straight line
( a little bonky but...)
then a bunch of mad crazy lines
radiating from underneath it.
"What's...them..?"
I play dumb.
"Them's...roots!"
she rolls her eyes
explaining to me as if
I were her child.
And then...she leaves
the drawing alone.
"It has to grow!"
"O..." I say "...K!"
After a week
the drawing has acquired
trunk and branches.
And then...it is
left alone again.
Later, leaves
appear one by one by one
week after week after week.
They all have their individual
personalities.
Finally, the tree arrives
in all its great green glory.
It's taken weeks and weeks
to grow.
Always, she she will draw
a tree for me
starting with the unseen
becoming seen.
The drawing...
...growing.