Oh Me, Oh My!

I don't have the physical energy

I used to take for granted.

Now - pinches and jabs without warning

And the need for more rest,

Preferably in my own bed.

I'm so blessed to have a wide window

And from my pillow, trees to see.

 

Wonderful trees!

Reaching tall over the rooftops,

Dominating the street.

In mid-winter, stripped to their naked cores,

Dark, wrinkled and scarred;

Writhing, twisting, coiling,

Spreading upward, outward

Into their gazillion twigs.

Each tree so different,

A study of strength and delicacy,

Of sheer tenacity!

 

This morning a thought flipped through my head.

'That tree reminds me of my brain:

A morass of branches and twigs

On the apex of My Trunk!'

What a dopey idea it was.

I laughed into my pillow,

Threw off the duvet

And got up, smiling.

 

But, to be honest,

Looking back,

Maybe it wasn't so weird.

 

Cynthia Buell Thomas, January, 2020