Archive for February 18th, 2008

what if I were a certain kind of pine tree?
umbrella pine perhaps.
would I still have a role, an identity?

upturned clusters of long needles
long enough to stretch across a piano keyboard
I am told.

starting my lessons now as a sapling
before anything much takes root
my bark still rough
my true nature not fully exposed yet

that I will be the fairest of the pines
my pine needle cups facing the sky
to capture the sun, then the rain
and then to let it all go again

holding onto nothing except
this exquisite moment.

~elizabeth adams

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