Poem lovely as a tree
I am
A travelling stranger
Stopping by.
Catching my breath
On this unused bench. I look around–
Tall trees
Arch into a languid sky.
I feel a rush of rest,
Like I belong
Here,
In the arms
Of this ancient Banyan tree. I’m tiny,
As I nest under
This giant sun shade,
Old, old,
As can be.
Thick and silver
Knotted branches
Spread low, low,
Just above my head.
I can reach out,
Touch its rough
Aged, ringed surface.
Rest against a branch
U turned into the ear
