The tree grandpa couldn’t carry

Tuesday, October 9th, 2012

The tree my grandpa couldn’t carry

My body is sick again and I am reminded

of that tree downed in the storm, laying

on its side for all those years.

I remember how my grandfather’s

grainy hands tried to bring it back,

the bark settled into the ground.

I told him he couldn’t do it on his own, pretended

it had nothing to do with age, but everything

to do with the rain and the ground that sinks

everything up in it. It is almost quicksand, I said,

like the child I was knowing

nothing about the effects of time

or how tired my grandfather felt as he lifted

his hands to something like sky

and told me it was his way of praying.


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