Image Of The Tree
It is in the image of the tree
the sea
branching into inlets
foliated bays, harbors
as blue arbors over rock and surf
crashing white
wings of mist as avian flight
(birds rarely giving nightsong)
humming as fruits of port
acorns gathering at the feet
legacies of dominions sticking out
tongues of leaves
gnarled twists, the mountains
waves standing green over the bow.It is the light-pierced green
the olive and magnolia of the sea
with its thin hand held high
that is the image
It is the fatted trunk of merge
cold of deepest blue
haunt of gray
power of growth and forming
overwhelming all and then forgotten
at the branches reach
where crotches hold their nests
feathered residue descending
over sand and background plain
It is the image of the live oak
in the emerald rain
It is the image of the tree.Kirby Estes
