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
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...
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...
The reader a poet dreams of... thank you!
Thank you, fellow tree-leaner.
Love the company!