We Are Oak...

it was a short memory, a seemingly minute occurrence in a seemingly infinite life

a something, a someone

that mentally recalled now is at best blurry

that taught me, that all that was young in me was now grown up

premature- like my birth

the blackwall parapet of universal secret wrapped up like blankets around my tiny body

truth was an ethereal spy glass    a microscope    eyes of a hawk

and although young as blonde and baby teeth

I learnt that what I am, is living

and all that I sense will one day be gone, because we die

I learnt that love and life is pain

to love and lose seemed wrong

it took decades of movies and books

of imaginary maps, puzzles and scenarios of the past

of days that I felt newborn

of anxiety and fears of sleeping

the obscenity of death lingering

in my marrow

of sequential burials

that never leave you even when you sweat

it took all these years to earn a lighthouse outpost

a tidal outlook

I see the sea and the sea sees all

I finally learnt that trees lose branches, they change shape

and like trees we are constantly changing

everything insignificant and everything significant

shaped, and continue to shape, my tree

our rebirth is everything lost, and everything gained

through which we grow

without both we cannot