Impossible Love

The willow tree which hangs limp in the sunlight
Throws its hands to the stars at night dancing flagrantly
No one knows
The roots which tickle the grass pluck up ever so slightly
Moving East
Delicious is the Wind which ruffles the leaves.
Did you hear the voice softly like a bassoon, pianissimo
The doubts of all the years, stored regrets rings
Climbing up the limbs and vanish in new growth.
Never spoken
"What has made me a tree has stripped me of conscience."
What ever finds the tree becomes it.
"Tending ever toward you, ever toward you"
Is it not barren without pollen, hope for another year.

Longing to be held, stirs up the wind to fury through its limbs
"I give my anguish to the gale which pales against my reticence."
Screaming into the storm within without.
"I'd touch you if I could not make you run away like leaves."
The wind tears at the greenery and pulls voraciously at the limbs.
There is some hope,
"I could tumble into your arms and rest forever."
Losing no resolve; pulls one root from the soil, complete
Seizing the moment the Wind whistles in triumph
Finishing the job pulls down the mammoth trunk,
While the willow
Thrusts it arms beneath the soil and plays its limbs
Over the earth caressed
Here in final embrace begins a new life,
Melding into the earth with trust

Not to be betrayed?  Not caring for betrayal or the absence of it.


(c) Curtis L. Putnam  October 20, 2001

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