wednesday

“Who’s this in our midst?”

Not having been addressed directly, she looked up but remained silent.

“She looks to have roots as deep as ours,”  the first palm in the southern row silently commented to his brother, “but fronds perhaps even broader than our own.”

She finally spoke, addressing both the northern and the southern echelon as the words found their order: “However do you find peace in this busy place? …i’ve been meaning to ask, but haven’t found the courage”

One of the younger trees on down the line spoke first. “Peace?  What of peace?  I like the mid-afternoon as people crowd the promenade and stare at the ocean.  I like the men in their suits and the women in their heels with their take-out lunches and sunglasses.  I like the sun as it beats down and makes the grass greener and the ocean more blue.”

There was a pause before one just above her spoke slow and calm…”The smallest hours of the night i wish were the longest and the waves’ twilight song is more calming than any mother’s lullaby.”

She looked down where the tree was rooted to the ground and thought for a moment. “And what of this cement that has your ranks penned in to the center of this road likesome lifeless garnish on their pristine village roads?”

“Penned in?  Why, I had never thought it so.  Better here beside my brothers and beside the sea.  Better here where I can whisper to the passers and the goers.  Do you not think this is where i’m needed most?”

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2 Responses to “wednesday”


  1. 1 paul March 18, 2009 at 2:26 pm

    beautiful. well done indeed.


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Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.
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