Take the fallen trees—
do they not share the greatest love
with the soil wreathing their roots?
Some see a tragedy
in the way the earth hangs
mangled and exposed to the world.
I prefer to see a romance.
In my mind,
the trees and the dirt
have held each other so tightly
and for so long,
that not even the fury of a storm
could drag them apart.
Imagine the tree,
finding itself unsteadied by the wind,
curls its arms in a tighter grip
for fear of falling.
And the soil
surely loves the tree enough
to allow itself to be pulled over,
abandoning the planet
in favor of its partner.
How odd that
in this drama of nature
I see a love story
while others see a crucifixion.
Little do they know,
one does not always exclude the other.
(c) 2013 Marie KR