I wish I could be…
By Ivy B
Published 25 September 2023
I sway gently,
Then roughly
And eventually the wind swallows me
I try to flip, slowly,
I try to flop, slower,
I try to flap, the slowest I ever, ever have
My knotted branches
And lime, lush, leaping leaves
Both twisting, tumbling and turning
I feel the uneven clear tears of the sky on my hardened trunk
Drip, drop, drop, drip, drop, drop
My branches straighten
Gradually I calm down
On a gleaming summers day like today
That cool, clear uneven liquid is a luxury
That is me
A tall, tremendous, towering