I wonder
Where might the mind wander
What deficiencies might the soul address
If we could see through the panoply of leaves
To the roots that first set
What expression might they carve in the soil
What creatures might have made themselves comfortable
In our recesses
What thoughts would tangle themselves as vines
To climb into desires under the evening sun
Just beneath the branches
Of each lover's influence
Whose fingertips still caress the gentle breeze
And whisper to us of memories
Hung by our obstinance
Would we yearn again for our days as seedlings
Carried by wind and woodland
Watered by rains that fell upon us
Before we dared to shelter our deepest emotions
Free of those earthy drudgeries
The browns and grays of our day to day
Would we make this grove our haven
Or sail along her muted pathways
To someplace a touch more vivid
I wonder now, where my roots have become sturdiest
Lodged in place by stubbornness
Where my leaves have grown plentiful
And cast their shadowy questions upon the past
Should I free myself of the burden of stillness
I wonder, how those deepest of tendrils might appear
Bathed in the first light they've tasted
Since the day I turned my back on them
To share the sun they cherished
With these charlatans who drink it in
Yet stay only a season.
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