Inner Space

What a gift! To stand within a tree and breathe its musky depths. Lean against worn bark hewn out by countless rings Over years and decades and monarchies. Feel the becalmed air within the depths- Sharing spaces with myriad lives, unseen in crevices. Playing at being The Green Man. Peering out Still and watching. Amused…

Tree within a tree

I did not seek it out. Nor am I arrogant enough to think it sought out me. Yet there it was: Framed beautifully. Time had hollowed out the frame, Yet made a perfect aperture. To view a life vicariously, when leaves trembled and quivered. A panoply of green. As if The Green man had paused,…