Knowing the Tree


Of course you’ll find a home, rustled the seed pods outside my window. What do you need but peace over your head? The dark bird pecked artfully and uttered a startled cry. Use your wings, my love, that’s what they are for. Then she dropped a seed. Peace is only in the mind. The air was still for a moment. Grab hold of the present, sang the red-winged parrot! It’s in your heart. Dewdrops swayed to the song of the rough-grained bark. One small beetle rustled wet leaves. A spider spun. I caught my breath. The time has come.


4 thoughts on “Knowing the Tree

  1. Ha a Ian, it’s the only thing to do!


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