Quarantining with a teen

Can be challenging …. I mean

Making me into a mad mad man.

So off to the park to jog again.

 

At the park is an aging pine

I trip over his roots sometimes

Right below his shade I find

Five of his offspring sharply lined

 

“You should have further dropped your seeds

You’ll have to fight for all your needs

They’re never going to roam from home

And when you die they’ll eat your bones”

 

He listens like a silent jury

As my heart is filled with fury

Acting holier than me…

Did Buddha sit beneath this tree? 


 

Later my daughter says I gotta

Hear her play Moonlight Sonata

As my heart swells...with love and pride

I feel her roots brush by my side.