on reaching for the sky
This tree came from one of those little twigs in a bag they give out to school children once a year. My niece and I planted it in my garden about a decade ago.
Last year at this time, the uppermost branch formed a perfect question mark. I swore I had a picture of it, and of course, I can’t find it anywhere. But you can still sense that it was there, this question, traced in the air…
I wish I could say that I’ve found the answer. That I was inspired to look at life in a new way, or to see it as some sort of message from mother nature or some other higher power.
But all I have are questions.
And every time I look at that tree I see it there, still,
a big question mark. Trying to tell me something.
Since last year, the branch has grown, spread itself out,
become (almost) a straight line.
Pointing towards the sky.
I want to look up
and see a hawk
fly itself like a kite
just above the spot
where I stand.
But I’m not there, yet.
The sun is still in my eyes.
P.S. This post is part of You Capture – Reaching