Friday, June 25, 2010

Ancient Oak

Ancient Oak, Martha’s Vineyard 1968 (from Vintage  Photographs)

there's a steady breeze. you're protected by a wall of sweet grass.
I find my way to your branches.
Each footing rests on a different decade.
Resting over the twists and turns, the knots, the abrasions, the growth.
The weight of your Ancient branches coddle my soul.
Slipping into a daydream -
the lifetimes you've lived, the seasons, the souls you've encountered.

Here is where I feel secure in the World.
You're our Roots.

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