Sunday, July 4, 2010

Oak II
I stood under the shade of an old oak tree
An old shovel breathed in rhythmic time
I do this to stay free, he said
Once I was afraid, mostly of myself.
So I meditate. Praise the tree above

What do you fear now? I asked
The Roots buried deep underground
I slipped away from the ancient shade, and understood more about this wandering me

1 comment:

Fisheye Lens said...

SC, sounds like you found your Tree of Liberty amongst the teutonic oaks of your imagination. I, on the other hand, dreamt last night of a genocidal alien apocalypse.