not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

even the poplar

did you know that even the poplar run?

i wanna taste, mama.

ok.

she laid her tongue to the bark of it in all of our human greed, in all of our wanting to know and capture.  she grimaced.

it's bitter! her indignant and beautiful surprise.

yes, love, it tends to be.  it's up to us to boil it down.

5 comments:

  1. sure is, ollie. bitter, but sure can be sweet too.

    xo
    erin

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  2. a wonderful shot, erin!

    i want to walk among the trees and have them touch me. and my shadow will walk among their shadows touched in kind.

    and this conversation between you and your daughter - that last line - what a gem!

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  3. thanks andreas. it was a conversation we had a few years ago that i've just remembered, back when she slipped and called me mama. now she sqwuaks out a mooOOm when she wants something:)

    the trees were hushedly beautiful this day. and there at the base were those intimate wells.

    xo
    erin

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  4. ha, upon further reflection and licking of trees and asking my parents and children, i am wrong. it is even the birch that run 60:1. wouldn't be the first time i've been wrong. most assuredly won't be the last.

    oh my, maple syrup from the spoon!

    xo
    erin

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"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))