Thursday, March 19, 2009
Poem: Standing in the Wind
Standing in the Wind
The wind sweeps across the mountaintop
and one tree, bent and enduring
a lone survivor silhouettes the sky
and you are not sure
whether it is the last gasp of life,
or a reason to hope
that this hilltop can bec0me a garden.
You climb, marveling that what once seemed
a soft, green mountain is so steep, so rocky,
so tiring to conquer, and you wonder
if it is truly so brutal,
or if it is age and the storms of your own life
that tire you so, until
reaching the summit, you stand
and feel the weather pull at your shirt,
knowing you must now make a decision,
to stay, and plant a garden,
or to succumb to wind and fear of wind.
You hesitate, then facing the sun,
and feeling it's warmth, and the promise of spring,
The picture was taken in Belize. You can click on it for a larger version.