Something Bigger Than Myself
Poetry is bigger than me.
Can I say I am among even the thinnest rings
rippling out in its trunk from that first moment rhyme began?
Perhaps I am a scale of bark,
ants running over me carrying clippings of leaves,
giving shelter to moss that feeds upon the tree
pleading asylum from the unforgiving sun.
I am certain to flake away
as unfindable as an eyelash,
as the tree grows
massive limbs building bridges between stars
leaves as large as the moon
catching wind from a silent world
and singing.
How many have climbed the tree
found their way through the ladder of branches
and clinging to a singing leaf
set sail into the silence?
Contest: Something Bigger than Myself
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Submitted: February 3, 2019
Copyright © Jack Webster | Year Posted 2019
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