A Collection of Poetic Thoughts

Hollow

Look there, can you see it?

The lonely tree on the lonely hill.

See how its still form breaks the horizon,

How its boughs, heavy with snow

Appear as if they are welcoming the sun.

Look here, can you see it?

How the tree has been hollowed out

By those seeking homes.

It takes them under its wings.

Oh, if only trees could have wings!

Look closer, can you see it?

How the tree leans from the weight of a thousand tenants.

Weathered by the winds of three hundred winters.

Scorched by the heat of sweltering summers.

All this time it stood alone.

Look here, can you see me?

I am the lonely tree on the lonely hill.

I have seen neither bark nor branch,

Nor withered leaves of my kin

For ages and ages.

Look for me. Can you find me?

I know I am not the only one,

The ancient whispers in my mind tell me so.

But when all one sees is a concrete jungle,

It is hard to keep believing those voices.

January 2015