Thursday, January 16, 2014
I saw a tree today
which had cast out
its own rotten heart.
But for honeysuckle hanging fast
the tree’s whole core would fall.
I could see the tree would go on
already growing healthy bark
and rolling it over the chasm inside
which might have been a lightning strike
or just a slow drip of rot through the years.
Whatever had set it back
this tree was going on
making the best of where it was
growing where it stood
rooted there and helpless
to do otherwise.
It would be hollow now
but after all many trees are
Looking solid from the outside
standing for years through storm and ice
In desperate straits, you'd think, but holding fast
making leaves and throwing shade
year after year
In the healing heart that was once its greatest wound