Christine Phillips Poet Narrative

Four Trees Toppling Over the Dirty River

I escaped to a quite place to meditate
But as soon as I got there an old man in a red cap  
with a wretched look on his face  invaded my quiet space
I have noticed him  perpetually prowling around the park
with his long range professional camera shooting from the dark
Today my spirit got  crossed and I came face to face with him
I labeled him a stalker but he quickly denied and
and confessed that he was a habitual bird watcher
I felt a sudden vexation brewing  and with deep sorrows inside 
I took my bible and  sat on the damp grass and
read a psalms from the depth of my heart.
The rain  came down suddenly wetting the pages in my bible
And forcing the bird watcher to close his  despised windows
His conscience started screaming at him  and in a few
minutes he hurried away from that place.
Something compelled me to leave that spot too
so I rode my bike along  the wet trail  leading to a  muddy course
and a man riding in the opposite direction crossed my  path
I  attempted to get off my bike to let him pass 
but he said aloud "I will  ride in the muddy part"
As soon as I reach around the tired bend
I pounced upon a sign which reads
 "road under construction, closed"
The broken swampy road perishing from inside 
with heavy equipment blocking the route kept everyone away
I felt extremely happy
I parked my bike along  the broken track and walked on
a board that connects both trail and continued on the track
I kept walking until my spirit led me to a peculiar  place
A tree  on the river  bank with roots swelling out of the ground
with no soil to cover it's body and veins running all around
caught my attention
I made my way into the bushes 
and sat on the root with my bare feet dangling
above the slow moving water and  flat rocks gazing at me
as if they have something urgent to show me
I kept looking all around still there was nothing to be found
But right in front  of me the hidden mystery was staring directly at me
There it was in living proof five trees standing on the  river bank
four trees leaning over the river  in a cluster
with one almost  falling  to the ground
But the fifth tree separated  from  the cluster was standing upright
looking healthy and strong  sucking up the energy from the four falling ones
I  photograph the living  image of the four trees
collapsing over the big dirty river.

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