sit spot.

froggies315's picture

I usually visit my sit spot in the mornings.  I only lasted a little while today...I came out of the woods and wrote! a poem?? I haven’t written a poem since the glory days of acrostics in elementary school. weird.  All this talk about words must be rubbing off on me.

That year,
when I leaned against your trunk
and felt your rough bark in my back
and your knotty, hard wood in my arms
you taught me what I needed.

Now,
we sit together again.
Not in my storm
but for my homework

No matter,
your lesson transcends context.
You deliver it even though I don’t want it.
I hate you for your bark, and your trunk, and your knotty, hard wood
for your gentle, swaying certainty
for teaching me again
what I need

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