When silence won't be quiet
When silence won’t be quiet
it’s time to lean against
a tree Choose carefully
Old is best for leaning
Stay with me here—
today, sequoia
two thousand years
in one spot teaches
Three years ago,
her sister fell Decades
hollowing out,
some sickness inside
finally letting go
That, too, was slow
A storm—
resisting wind
the fearsome shudder
Something gives,
momentary hush
Branches buckle
crack and snap
crushing siblings,
children, no regret
tremors roll
You feel all that
bark to breast
Love this, Amrita.
Beautiful, Amrita. Yes, falling is not sudden drama but a long, honest conversation with time and wind. Bark to breast says it all: if you listen closely enough, the land teaches you how to stand, and how to let go...