Talking to the Trees
You should have dropped your seeds farther
I tell Big Daddy pine at the edge of the forrest
In whose shade grow five saplings.
Maybe bribed a squirrel to carry your nuts to that open space …
Hell, I’ve been quarantined with my teen age daughter for six months now and I’m about to lose my fucking mind.
Besides your kids aren’t going anywhere...
No graduation ceremonies here...
You’re never gonna watch them drive off to college.
No empty nesting ….ever.
You know what they’ll do… they’ll uproot you and grow from your bones.
He listens peacefully and says nothing… swaying in the breeze
Like the holy Buddha
that must have sat under him.