There
isn’t much you could say
About
a tree with no leaves
Except
that it was probably winter
But
it wasn’t, it was summer
And
still the tree had no leaves
And,
no, it wasn’t dead, either
It
was a dream, of course ---
A
waking dream, and one which
Haunted
me for many days . . .
It
was so, that as I stood and stared
The
tree became transparent ---
And
in the ground I saw the roots
Splay
out --- as though there was no
Earth
there, and no more there wasn’t
But
a clear stream beneath this tree
Was
all there was --- until ---
A
pause in time and up through the
Roots
I saw white waters flow --- and
As
they went --- became as letters?!
Leaves
now grew out the strangest tree
As
branches filled with many letters!
And --- as if this weren’t enough, a wind
Appeared
and bent the thing, and off
The
letters flew as if on angel’s wings!
Ten
thousand went --- and on the tree
Ten
thousand more and all complete!
To
write to a country you do not know
Or
to people you have never seen
And
see a tree soak up your every word
Is
weird! --- and to watch a picture
Of
your life burst through your walls ---
Is
strange! --- but then to know you’re
Not
insane is even stranger!
How
can this thing be? I do not know!
But,
oh, how funny it is and very true!
What
joy and laughter can and does
---
Breakthrough!
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