The Tree

Bochnia the tree has no need for patience
she lives in the enormity of seasons

the language of water and sun
the rhythm of wind and clouds

provokes her tiny seed, tests
the sapling of her attitude

marks her with bent time
and heavy limbs and lighting

strikes that scorch her nearly
every two years in August

no need for patience at all
just the endurance of roots

and relation to all things
that announce themselves

whether she listens or not.



Native walnut, Berkeley backyard. Persis Karim


Tree in Morning light, Bathroom Window, Los Angeles.


Los Angeles downpour, Arden Boulevard, Los Angeles, Persis Karim.

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