TREE
One tree.
Lost in isolation.
Remote location.
Deserted in sand, forsaken.
One tree
To cover me
With the shadow of an untouchable.
What was my rage against that wind?
What was my rage against that sun?
What was my rage against
Isolation?
My rage was nothing.
I was left to be
A solitary man.
From some journeys
We do not return.
j.w. McKinleyville, 8/18/25