02 Dec WITNESS
This is a tree that knows me
I played under its branches as a child
Its weathered trunk may well be heavier
but these longer limbs can still embrace
Its shadow has stretched in the late afternoon
Though all around has been relabelled progress
it has set itself in this fickle landscape and
reached an accommodation with the sky
Of course, the sun is the same sun
but it has no sense of loyalty
There is commitment with a tree
This is an old friend
that knew well
those we’ve lost
When I’m gone
it will still know
and it will remember
that I spoke of you