It is bright here
In the light
And I stand
Bare and exposed
Beneath the harsh cast
Of undiffused white
Blinded by the glare
Of would be perfection

There –
Not but a dash away
A stand of trees
With steel feel trunks
And limbs of man hands
Dappled and beautiful
Givers of shade
And relief from the heat
Soothers of the burn

I sweat
Tears drops of lamentation
Into a pool of could be
A river of wanna be
Of salted water
And if wishes were fishes
They would swim that stream
And head for the trees
And the fresh water there

I look at my feet
But they are planted in soil
And little sprigs
Of runners sprout
Dependent ‘til they stand on their own
And bloom independent
Of my care
And I must shade them
From the glare

I wipe my brow
Straighten my back
This strain I will bear
For tender shoot sake
But the tree line
Reminds me
There is shade in the world
And dappled leaves
Of beauty

s.a.t.