To Be A Tree

Jaldapara forest

stood like a full song-

eternally set

to ethereal music-

to take one

into otherworldliness.

Trees from time to time

bursting forth

with white egrets

in right beat-

Pachyderms, big cats-

cerulean sky,

and that deluge of the green-

stole my words.

I saw them crumble

into the dust.

All I wanted then was

to be

a Kilmer’s Tree there.


Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United