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Tree/Woman |
We have a beautiful Mother
her green lap immense
- Alice Walker
More & more I have become a tree.
Not planted, grown.
Seeded in a dark forest.
I do not remember
nine hundred years ago,
as a sapling.
Only woke here,
knowing - roots sunken
deep, reaching far.
Entwined with others,
locked - I would set fast
even to rock.
Slanted diagonally out,
tipped over an ocean.
My claws would still creep
between tight crags.
Fingers would still dig
down and grip,
all these years
I hold inward.
A chainsaw would tell you.
But look how I reach,
and stand tall,
acquiesce to the wind.
Look how honestly
I wear flaws,
reach out to seed my own.
More and more I have become a tree,
seeded in a dark forest.
Not planted, grown.
copyright 2004
Charlotte
O'Brien |
