Madrona’s Price
I told him I would follow him to the ends of the earth.
In reality I followed to the edge of the continent on which I was born
And then I held still while he went sailing
To Majorca, Greece, Turkey, India.
Camel Rides and Markets and exotic birds.
And yes…
Haze Grey bulkheads and berthings
Endlessly long days
and endlessly long stretches of days
at sea
On a steel city.
I have, like they say of the roots of the Madrona tree,
“held the splintered pieces of
Our earth together,”
here in one place.
But to do so I have rooted down–
A solitary place-holder.
My twisted limbs searching for the light.
Twisting and spiraling for
The warmth of the sun
Because the rooting required to stop the erosion…
The power at my base holding things together
Meant I inhabited only the smallest piece of earth.
Madrona Tree.
You are noble. You are rooted.
But you cannot move.
Dear one, I know this twisted, peeling beauty
You have Become
at a price.
I told him I would follow him to the ends of the earth.
In reality I followed to the edge of the continent on which I was born
And then I held still while he went sailing
To Majorca, Greece, Turkey, India.
Camel Rides and Markets and exotic birds.
And yes…
Haze Grey bulkheads and berthings
Endlessly long days
and endlessly long stretches of days
at sea
On a steel city.
I have, like they say of the roots of the Madrona tree,
“held the splintered pieces of
Our earth together,”
here in one place.
But to do so I have rooted down–
A solitary place-holder.
My twisted limbs searching for the light.
Twisting and spiraling for
The warmth of the sun
Because the rooting required to stop the erosion…
The power at my base holding things together
Meant I inhabited only the smallest piece of earth.
Madrona Tree.
You are noble. You are rooted.
But you cannot move.
Dear one, I know this twisted, peeling beauty
You have Become
at a price.
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