What became of the lone stubborn tree?
Standing in fields, frazzled, leaf-less,
it sees others like itself, and feels
for the first time, the need for company
the seed of solitude, shared,
with other branches though wind
that is perhaps friend, not enemy.
Stubbornness that takes pleasure in
others' stories, the call of
other trees, the fall
of leaves, that have played their parts,
the squirrels and small animals that
call her home, refuge. Her warmth and tenderness
emerges from beneath frozen, hard bark,
as sap, as new leaves. She grips the ground
tighter, digs her roots in,
anticipating but prepared
to withstand storms and lightning;
prepared to protect others by simply
surviving.
Still a tree, still stubborn, but not
alone.
21.9.20.
For Jayshree and Siddhi.