as i look at the tree’s sturdy log,
i ask them: what can i do?
it’s fine, it’s time
i cast a bewildered look,
eyebrows give everything away
i think i need to walk away, but my feet feels heavy
i reiterate: what do you need from me?
dear, no worries — it is the magic of time
can’t comprehend what it means,
the fire is lit inside my gut
the third time, i see it in front of my eyes
i gasp and i cry: i need to do something!
we exchange a deep look,
this time their mouth is shut
but the feelings feel stronger,
i turn my back respectfully,
i will grasp it all one day
— & thank you, i whisper as i firmly walk away