Oak

April 13th 2023

I run

and run

and run

and run

‘til breathless,

I am not.

I run until I reach the tree;

a stature, she begot

a significance unknown to me,

or maybe I’ve forgot.

Her surface breached

and roots entwined,

I trip over a knot

and on the Earth,

I lay supine,

in a dream

I’ve not forgot.