Ten seconds of
silence or perhaps a tenth
Of a second of
silence afforded all -
An unnamed log my
pillow and the red
Soil my mattress
My eyes surveyed
The towering
sentient Sequoia, nearly
As old as Christ, I
am guessing,
Too tall for me to
see its upper rooms
Tears tickled my
belly
Tears shuffled
their feet under my eye-lids
Plenty of time to
tune into
The source this
tree provided
I would have loved
more time
nestled by its
side,
feeling its history
meet mine - relating,
somehow, to this
tree
This day, though,
was about and for
Them. And Me. Not
for me alone.
My notebook pages
barren this day
No turning to
pencil and paper
My notebooks and
words would wait
For translation,
later. I want to wrap my
Children in experience
which spans beyond
My readers right
now.
“I'll be back, be
right back..." and
focus on creating
memories my children
will carry as I carry
my view from the
picture window in
the rented cabin
My dad, out on the
family canoe,
alone on a lake in
the middle of dawn.
Little me labeled
this moment “lonely”
Grown me labels this moment delicious
I understand the need for solitude and
Know he was holding
his sweet
Moments (slightly
more than a tenth
Of a second) before
family experience
And making memories
alongside us
He didn’t know as
he praised the quiet
Water underneath
the canoe and the
Blessed smells of a
lake offering nothing
and everything he
was also
unknowingly making
a memory
for me which has
lasted this lifetime
and now stretches
into yours
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