there is but one
tree in the park
with a semi-hollowed
out bottom
at the base
of its trunk
will this tree fall
not to the weight
of days and wind
and season and time
but instead behind
the fear-driven
henchman
with his snarling
saw
in the end its
fate and destiny
i do not know
do not want to consider
but today only in this misty rain
of a cold winter late
afternoon
on this grey day
that hole
in the trunk
a funnel in time
echoing
W. S. Merwin's 'Touching the Tree'
and in it becoming
for me or
any other small child
a cave
a cave
before
the lion comes.
About this Poem
Find more by Bruce Kauffman on our shelves. The poem referenced, 'Touching the Tree', W. S. Merwin, The Rain in the Trees (Alfred A Knopf, 1996)