And Then There Were Trees
Here as I sit upon the trail of life, ambling along.
For the sake of none.
You know you want to.
Today, we peruse the likes of #TreeTuesday initiated by @Old-Guy-Photos! It's time to pull out those trees! Let's see what you have!
I love to run my hands up and feeling how it feels.
Taking my hands and running along with the texture of the bark.
There are so many ways.
To describe how it feels.
Rough, scaly, beautiful, to only name a few.
I love you, my tree, yes I do.
Guided by the gentlest breeze
Branches so golden and roots, deep still in the earth
Shading my life from the decades that are spinning
My tall, sturdy knight
Standing through the weather
the seasons of life
In this world that I had created
An all-knowing sense
Of truth, as we know it
I always post this poem down at the bottom of my posts. It is one that has become so near and dear to my heart.
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
and these are what my prayers look like;
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
"where does it hurt?"