Friday, October 20, 2017

Solace of Trees (Day 275)

We long to open 
doors, and breathe 
a freshening breeze, 
to leave 
our gates unlocked, 
accept the solace
of trees whose 
constellation of greens 
shimmer overhead, 
to step into the middle, 
soft as sleep, 
and forage among 
the refuse of our day, 
to sigh, to laugh, 
to weep outright 
for what we had 
to leave along the road, 
with so little time to choose, 
voices raised in protest: 
Let us stay! And yet, 
both sides refuse, 
both sides refuse

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: Toward Los Angeles, CA 1937, by Dorothea Lange 
via US Library of Congress