The Catalpa on Form vs. Content
posted May 28, 2013
The day is short, the night hungry,
the month dwindles and I am glad.
If thereís any lesson to be learned from
a catalpa tree, itís persistence. Itís reach
over taste, sprawl over shadow. Size
is relative but not irrelevant.
Expectations form at the root,
but there is no direction that cannot change.
What binds to earth?
What cleaves from sky?
There is an upper limit to truth.
Everything that lives, dies. Everything
that dies Ė but I have nothing left to say.
Every lightning strike leaves a scar.