In Motion: Bellingham, Poetry, San Juan Islands, Ted Talks

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Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Tree Post

I got here late

The only seat available was the one no one wanted
All chairs face the stage, have a view of the author
Performance visible to most, if only through
wagging heads, at the least a peek of a name
decent money was used for admission

MY chair faced square
onto the flat side of a wide, wooden support beam.



There was no view of anything but the beam
There was no reason to place a chair here


My friend asked
"Can you see?  Should we move?"
"No", I lied, "I'm fine."

So, I stared at the beam, for a half hour, then another
began to memorize the grain patterns in the wood
     Someone had stapled something to the beam, many times
     A smash of old blackened gum pressed into a small knot
     smooth sides needed, gum was the answer

I wanted to touch the tree beam
I wanted to touch it, shake the hand of this new friend

Wonder if I ran my hand down against the grain, would a splinter, a quick prick, check for life  If fingers rub sideways, along the side, would each ring show me a ridge, read like a romantic drama written in Braille  This beam, now My beam, an old beam in an old building basement is large enough, with the help of five others to keep three stories erect for eighty-six years.

                                      Dents
     Scratches
 Stains
                                      Beauty



For two hours I stare at The Beam

My beam, once a tree, played me a story
More interesting than the words happening beyond my sight
by a walker who moves too quickly to grow roots
The sound of which I found easy to ignore,
wind through branches imagined are easy to understand

Rings cut across show as vertical stripes, when industry sawed 
your heart square, changed your shape forever, no one asked permission
Sap and air darken your flesh!
Bark grows no more!

I paid to hear another read
I paid to hear a tree speak



Afterwards the author holds a book signing 
I wait as my friend stands in a long line
purchased book in hand 
I dare not tell the author that I found 
a wooden support beam more interesting that their book

...but I wanted to.



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2 comments:

  1. There you go, finding merriment in what the universe lays before you at any given moment, making do with the shadow side of this challenging life and writing so beautifully about it.

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  2. Thank you susanissima.
    Is this story “Dramatic Realism”--? Or Drama Queenism? lol

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