Endurance Retold
I gave you a song about those two trees over there. Surviving just beyond their precarious adolescence, Soaring to see beyond our crumbling buildings. And I told you a limb had splintered on one tree While the other grew strong and proud. I told you that I stood there and watched it happen. Though I did not tell you the rest. Restrained by the form, I was short of time To tell you about the moments I spent watching. Moments, and perhaps even hours - Time spent on important matters of soul. Hands on my hips and I surveyed nature. (Nature is often my poetic subject, and by that I am most surprised). Looking to juice meaning from the mundane. I stepped out of my shelter and breathed the succulent air. Those two oaks opening the leaves of their pages And unraveling timeless theology. I read the icons to the ceiling of their vaunted vault. The vengeful sky roiled with porphyric pe...