and here i am
still tearing along on this
‘catch up with my clutter’ jag.
as i sort through things i remember
and clear out things i don’t even remember ever wanting,
i am reminded of my love of bark.
not the audible dog kind,
but the
”i can see the life of this ancient tree in it’s outer layer’ kind.
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now i would like to have something meaningful and deep to say
but i am at a loss, actually lost in the history
that these trees have stood next to
and silently watched unfold.
the creation awes me.