On Bare Branches and Other Trees
Contemplating the stretch of trees adjacent to the school car park; walking the trails
Bare branches reaching into the sky
Catherine’s skeletal hand reaching through the window
Bare bones, stripped branches
Clawing, scratching, imploring
to be let in
to be let out
to be let through.
Beyond the lush
beyond the green
beyond the realm of the hidden and of the unseen,
the dead branch knows to reach
beyond the canopy -
to the light.