rocky mountain national park, april 12 2021

rocky mountain national park

april 12, 2021

the fire took too much


of me and (you may not know it) but of you


and the fire took too much and most of all of the trees


the trees look like scratches across a bad page of paper


i no longer have the luxury of getting lost until i find myself


because the trees are gone now


they did not opt to leave


or die of old age and back into the ground that is also them


the birds are gone


the ground is as empty as a modern promise


the sky is still there


holding clouds like it’s setting food for a table of no one


and no one is there to see it


the everyone that once loved these trees like an old friend


or a lover


or an elder or a godparent or holy enough a tree


the everyone has left with the debris of the trees that don’t speak


and that no one seems to speak for


and the lush forest of my lungs was built on the memory of this place


and now the lush forest of my lungs feels like a never


my heart feels like a black key on an old piano that doesn’t play a single sound


and barren is no longer a word but a place


and humanity is no longer a dream but a natural disaster


i cannot unpass through the death of this something that gave birth to me


i cannot unfeel this fire


the wisdom of dead trees is not a hum but a memory of a hum


that once lived longer than any of us will without it


day #11 of #nationalpoetrymonth | Cover image: Brice Maiurro & Shelsea Ochoa

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