with weakness ever infinite,
surrender is always possible,
even likely.
better to the tree than the crowd,
better to the force of gravity than
the heights of a fool, professing––
anything.
out there, in the beyond, there
is a tree and she holds up the
sky
you can walk to her, extend a foot
to a branch and let her
hold you
suspended, then breathe and look.
how much better this offering
than another needless
sacrifice? you can
stay awhile. you may need to.
let the crowd and the fools
hold forth with the sole of
your foot facing sky
let your head remain grounded
beneath her shade. Extend
a hand, return.