Poetry of Issue #7        Page 31

Trickle through pine needles

Trickle through pine needles
up to the ignorance of clouds
where you will feel safe.

Beware the wisdom of tree trunks,
the confidence of their swagger,
the melancholy tilt of their branches.

High up in the air
no one can reach you
while you rest on clouds
and laugh at trees.

  R. Bremner