pre-internet
pre-engine
pre-abacus
pre-alphabet

three millenia of matter
knots larger than my person
lifetimes in its leaves
empires in its rings

living perspective

tree hugger?

how can I

four score if I’m lucky

wrap my
arms around
a life that span?

offer my soft, weak branches to
comfort the trunk of such an immortal?

plus

so far as I can tell

this senile sequoia
doesn’t even know I exist
or care I’m about to die any second
of tragic infant mortality
(relatively speaking)

this life-hogging log
should be hugging me
fuck you