I notice the majestic oak
in my peripheral sight
Has a rather large
“closest to the ground branch”
Big enough to launch
a treehouse mansion
or a thousand voices of victory.
Sadly, it is dead,
yet still hanging
attached to the trunk.
Unwell from this dead branch
and needing its own celebration
the rest of the heralding tree
races upward
toward God’s own breath.
Towering branches
fill the pastoral sky
Swaying
Humming
Lording
A peaceful protection
Over the comatose yet still-clinging branch
As though saying
“Stay.
We will stand with you.
No matter what.
You are not alone.”
March 9, 2017 Keystone Heights Florida USA
Meldrum Poetry Workshop
Prompt: Colin Neal’s “Coping with a Troubling World”
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