Thursday, June 11, 2015

rooted

The movement of the trees
giving a sudden warning
But still I sit on my perch
Watching the storm come in
Feeling every part of my body move
yet the sum of me stays rooted.
A brew of clouds swirls
the world changes.
The leaf moves the direction it is told
but the trunk unmoving
anchored to the ground.
A clutter of veins
clenched to the soil.




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