Searching for wholeness, never out of reach
The constant push-and-pull of emotions
Ebbing tides of epiphanies and stagnation
It’s always right there – inside of us
A walk through the neighborhood
Among swaying trees and greenery
Sometimes you forget nature could
Soothe your senses and bring you back
To the center of everything
This goofy little picture comes from outside our apartment building in Philly. I’m not sure who decorated the tree this way, but it’s been there since we moved here. I love it! It reminds me of something from a children’s book. I especially like Mr. Tree’s bushy moustache!
There are ghosts in my family –
I realize this as my mother tells tales
of a biological grandfather I never knew
who blew smoke in my face
when I was two
of years my father spent in jail
of anxiety that permeates
the family tree, which is
diseased & hollowed
about to crumple & topple
into grayish dirt
(Photo by Dikaseva on Unsplash)
