ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 3
JUST WAIT
too hot to eat the late hours
pile up at night to a toppling height
with sleep only one of the possibilities
a watch kept all afternoon
from the hammock on the underside
of leaves the forms taken by trees
a squirrel runs a jay perches
the maple overhead has thousands
of familiar hands
ants running up and down the trunk
it can take the heat
and the storm when it comes
thrashed by wind it might lose
a few limbs but so what
it can take drought if that happens
or floods of rain heavy snow can alter
its shape but won't stop its growth
all the seasons have some hurt
but it has patience till relief comes
only a bolt of lightning
could kill it or a saw cut
and of course old age
but that is far off
its roots are deep its branches high
its calm shade touches me from a distance
I stare at the leaves hopefully for
though they are still they will show
by their motions even the least breeze coming