My tree
A tree, as others through time,
sways as on another hill,
another lone pine
whose shade eternal as sun
roots in memory
a bond unbroken
as salt and water flow
in perfect tension
ready to go
climb the hill
sit upon the ground
return to self
beneath my tree
as the beat of my heart in time to my feet beating a path I've run before, another place another time. The tree and its shadow swaying; the chemistry of respiration running down my back. Physical expression of the force that joins a person to a place and a time.
sways as on another hill,
another lone pine
whose shade eternal as sun
roots in memory
a bond unbroken
as salt and water flow
in perfect tension
ready to go
climb the hill
sit upon the ground
return to self
beneath my tree
as the beat of my heart in time to my feet beating a path I've run before, another place another time. The tree and its shadow swaying; the chemistry of respiration running down my back. Physical expression of the force that joins a person to a place and a time.