This is just a bit of painted gate and cement and greenery and the sun had already crossed to the other side of the street and yet something I think got captured here, something of color, line, texture, contrast, something with the power to soothe and align, to slow breathing and soften pace, something to pull us into oceans, turn us into sea creatures, cruising the diamond nights. There is magic in and around us. There is now.
The backyard tree was quiet today.
No words, no messages.
I've come to expect
solace, or at least a joke–
this tree has a great sense of humor.
the tree was quiet,
so I was quiet too.
I didn't say how beautiful you are,
express my awe and gratitude,
or any of the usual conversation starters
I've used before.
The tree was so quiet.
I was quiet too.
I wonder how much the tree knows
about the way the world is right now.
I don't know how trees get their news.
I'd like to know.
Also, if the tree feels
hopeful or afraid.
maybe I can ask.