The Indifference of Trees*

The Indifference of Trees

 

-The Best of Ambitions--

 

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When I was very young, I was abducted by a tree,

Bound to a branch, and left hanging there forever.

Oh, then my darkest fears became my best ambitions!

 

But all my noble endeavors

Are the result of childhood trauma.

 

For when I first beheld the face of evil,

I could express only outrage and inexplicable

Feelings of shame and supernatural betrayal.

But, as I grew, I learned to parse my response

With the weight of universally approved denial

And that allowed me to more comfortably skirt

The awful reality of what I am and where I am �"

 

In my intercourse with others �" to be sure!

But with even greater urgency within me.

 

Every childhood trauma involves a lesson

In how the physical world is indifferent,

To our fragile and uninvited existence.

 

Trees do not care about the plight of a darling little boy,

And every physical object is a threat to his well-being.

 

Therefore, I have sought career achievement,

Agitated for reform, and written poetry.

 

These activities distract me from revisiting too often

Or at least too deeply, the indifference of trees.