I wrote this one for the AllPoetry website on the "TS Eliot Poetry Challenge."
In the wooded glen
I found my young self wandering
As she did then
When she was here
When her hair was honey brown
And her skin was clear
Of scars
I said to her
Be still be calm be conscious
Of trees you need to plant today
For your older self cannot bear
Too many new trees planted
When they are too old
To see them grow
To forty feet.
I said to her
Be glad of that exultant heart
That expansive heart
Those grandiose thoughts,
That inflated heart
Singing as the feet barely
Touch the floor.
Meanwhile,
the world shrank to a desert
setting.
I did not say that
to her.
We have lingered in the shadow of the grove
We have languished for the human voice of love
Until the night envelops us
In sleep
And numbness.
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