as a tree-climber, i saw loved both trees, as i do now, but with naivete
then, as i grew taller, the trees grew together
winding and turning and intertwining
and this shaped me
then life took me away for a time, across the lines of maps, through various colours of globes
and when i returned, i saw those two trees again
saw them choking one another, competing for all the sun in the sky
overshadowing, strangling, hurting
i sat
on the empty lawn
away from the shade and false comfort
i listened to myself cry
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