Sixty people stand at the base.
They circle around it engulfing the trunk in their mass
They see it.
They come to it.
They include it.
Sixty people stand at the base.
Their voices rise in an outcry
Their chants fill the forest but have no impact
Each mouth is open
Each voice is sending out waves of stories
Everyone is speaking
No one is listening.
Their voices rise in an outcry
It stands in the center
Listening
Waiting
Inside, its spirit is filling
Its bark stretches and cracks to hold in its life
But it cannot withstand its inner being
It bursts and falls in the center
A tree falls in the forest and sixty people are there to hear it.
It does not make a sound.
Two hundred twenty-nine miles
She waits.
Not speaking she listens
Her mouth is closed and her ears are open
Her heart, her soul, exposed.
Two hundred twenty-nine miles
A tree falls in the forest and she is two hundred twenty-nine miles away.
She hears it.
Jenny what is this about..? I want to understand..
ReplyDeleteHonestly, it's mostly just another one of my venting sessions. It's mainly about the amount of impact I feel I have here compared to back home. Here I feel like I can shout something at the top of my lungs but that doesn't mean anyone will hear it. At home, my best friend listens to every word that comes out of my mouth. She listens to what I have to say whole-heartedly. I have just realized the last few weeks how big the differences really are.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry you feel that way...I feel like I have not been a good friend to you lately..and by that I mean this semester, and possibly since May. I don't know :/ I know I am not your only friend, and I should not be, but I am so glad we are friends Jenny, and I want to show you that. I'm sorry I haven't shown you that I appreciate you..
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