One Tree (And Me)

Note: I watched a tree for a while and noticed how similar I am to it.

Published in Pen IT! Magazine

Me, I sit, a cool breeze it spits

Winsome on my face

Wisdom in my soul

My gaze, it stares, intense, in glare

At the rebirth of my earth

A time of joy, a time of mirth

Like a camera on a tripod

My head, it turns, it nods

Eyes, ears, nose and mouth are trained

But other senses not easily explained

Awake

One tree, and me, so ordinary

So plain, so same

But for one moment not

Now

And forever

Invisible roots dig deep

They creep and they seek

Necessary nourishment

To provide life, liberty

And the pursuit of soul spirit to the perimeter

Green ground ‘round a plucky trunk

Weather worn and hen pecked

Slightly knotty, not overripe or rotted

It oozes spunk, no stupid junk

It is what it stands for

Fractal branches random radiate

Biceps, triceps, elbows grate

Forearms quiver, shiver, shake

When air affronts, grunts and quakes

Sway and swing with the rhyme of the season

Holding up hands of twigs and leaves

Reaching for light with heavenly heaves

Spirited

Agile

Free

Vulnerable like little children

Smug in their ignorance

A benign breeze, agitated

Provides contrary evidence

And gusts with such lust

That leaves from stems

Stems from twigs

Twigs from branches

Have their bodies plundered

On damp lightning nights

Rumbling with thunder

And the fragile fragments

Of my maturing mind

Unaware the crime of destined time

Like a tot’s tiny vice grip on mama’s hand

Have no choice but to let loose

Either to decompose and die

Or to spread their wings and fly

We are strong

We are sturdy

We are broken and bent

Nobby and gnarled

Bound by our foundations

Yet more free than we can see

It takes much to cut us down

To kill us from the outside

It takes little to slowly ruin us from within

Self-doubt, pout and fear

The tiny termites who live near

Protect within

One tree

And me

Akin

By Paul J. Hoffman

3/21/2015

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