One Third & All & Near 84
As roots trickle away into soil: mystery in each branching link.
Some run upward from here; here where we see what branches
out and down. Some go slowly up; all angles be gentle, the trickle
of weaving continue. The largest branch with no more to tell
than the smallest twig. Sheddings: fall away, yet part of the whole.
Lovely and gentle, twisting slight: the non influence of wind or
weather, of knowing always this was in continued relationship
so that below soil confides. Such as below is above.
I could say I want to range further, higher; away from fibre
to green leaf or blue sky, but here at the fracture of what is
before me, the below and above of power and beauty: this is
the assurance of time and age. That I feel it; knowing its privilege
the one third of the tree and me.
Benita H. Kape (c) 22.8.2019
Thank you to Susan Budig for suggestions re the penultimate sentence of the first stanza.