Two Trees
We perched together,
dug in roots that
reached but did not intertwine
for so long to each other
That the first hint felt like
failing, felt like too many
trials rushing in,
But they were groundwater
quenching parch thirst, clearing
the throat for what came:
Brilliant laps of sunshine
that didn’t waste themselves turning
our leave a brilliant flash shade
Of green-blue crashing off the
sky we looked to and dreamed
of how to float if only there
Weren’t these tangles that kept us
tethered to ground.
But, then, sometimes,
We felt it was good to be
just where we were
with nothing else
But the memory that we
were once so solitary
so unringed by oaken time.
And now had a perfect spot
to shade each other.
