Lone Tree on a Hill by Rachel Baird

I had my back turned,

delighted to have found

a hidden ancient spring

by the sound of it,

when I felt this call

from the ground beneath,

roots embracing in softness,

weft of lines, of wave

that turned here and there,

a joined river of life angling

beneath black soil,

that which endures,

sweet and full source as body,

as form and cadence

separate atop that hill,

in the distant shape of wood

stretching towards the four directions,

corners rounded beneath

a silhouette of leaves.

I let down my lostness there

as tree reached inside me,

rising through the liminal

speaking – come across. I followed;

it is not either of our natures

to be alone.


©2022, Rachel Elion Baird

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