My past is true
from trunk to roots
I don't shed my leaves
I am the evergreen
sharp-- harsh
alarmingly fragile
Im afraid of the ocean
you asked me,
why?
It's a sick trick
a pull to the sky
but it's heavy
mysterious
and gone
cyclical
crashing
magnetic
a song lands on the earth
when the moon's grip breaks
the recoil of its tug-of-war game
I thought I loved the sky
maybe that was a lie
the ocean's growing on me
and you are why.
Ill just be
an evergreen
alone.
firmly rooted
reaching for the sun
in the cold dead of winter
watching the same snow flake take an hour to fall
fixating on something so small
the evergreen
resistant to change.
afraid.
