Some days are lovely, no clouds in the sky
I can see things for miles, from here, way up high
sun bathing one day and drinking through straws
weighing down parents who are also in-laws
now i’m the oldest my purpose is clear
i’ve done all my growing, my destiny near
the leaves are all chanting, “go on, release!”
one day I will do, if only for peace
it’s such a way down, with my vertigo
i’m jealous of others on branches so low
i’ve seen how they do it, but it’s so hard to hear
if the screams fade through distance or the ground soaks up fear
soon will be my day, the weather just right
some rain for soft landings, some sun so it’s bright
a light breeze will wish me good luck on my trip
it’s angry big brother will loosen my grip
while I hang here waiting, fearing the fall
inside me a blueprint, awaiting its call
see i’m just an apple, stuck here on a tree
but tomorrow or some day, that tree will be me
(c) 2015 Glenn Augustus
written in 2009 while working in my old office looking out onto a small but highly laden apple tree - subtext as I remember is about the circle of life.
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