Ten Seconds of Silence (A Poem for Sunday Scribblings)

 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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Comments

[pamela]

Beautiful Julie and what memories!
Pamela

[Old Grizz]

loved your take on the Sequoias...I took my kids there 35 years ago and was lost in the grandeur and the magic of the trees. When I saw the highway through god I ducked my head to hide a tear. Then I found a place of solitude and knelt with my eyes to the sky and ask God to forgive us for what we did to his tree.

[Lisa]

this was wonderful.

[Marsha]

you're their memory source...nice

[Nara Malone]

It's a majestic experience isn't it. I can relate to your connection to the tree and your dad's on the lake. I like starting my day, in the boat, on the water, a bit of solitude before the world catches up to me.

[Megan]

What a great experience! Thanks for your kind comment on my blog.

[Dee]

such a peaceful reflective feeling to this. Sounds like you had a magnificent experience!

[Morgine]

Have been there with my own children probably 3 decades ago or so. Still can feel the trees in my heart, their loving arms reaching through the ethers to let me know their love never dies and surrounds me still. Thank you for sharing and daring to take time off from your writing to be with your precious children, who grow up all too soon :)!

Loving You, Morgine