I’ve been exchanging poems with Liz Steinglass for National Poetry Month. It’s been a fun challenge and a treat to find Liz’s mostly desk-inspired poems in my inbox each day. I started the month looking for a theme and for a few days wrote poems about trees. Then I stumbled on a different theme, but today I’m sharing one of the tree poems. It was inspired by an amazing photo that my daughter found on the internets, taken on Vashon Island in Washington state. (We did not see this tree when we took our kiddos to Vashon, where my husband’s sister lives, almost 20 years ago. But it is high on my list if/when we return.)
On a cool spring night
a boy leaned his red bicycle
against a young fir tree
and wandered away.
The bicycle waited patiently
for the boy’s return.
The tree grew and grew,
enveloping the frame,
embracing and lifting it
higher and higher.
Fifty years later
when the boy returned
along the road that had crumbled
past the house that no longer stood
through the woods that had grown
to the giant tree that shadowed the ground
the rusty bicycle, no longer leaning,
half-swallowed by wood and bark,
–Buffy Silverman, all rights reserved
There are a lot of stories floating around the internet about how the bike ended up in the tree. Here’s one that may or may not be true.
Be sure to visit Renee at No Water River for the complete Poetry Friday roundup. Happy Final Friday of National Poetry Month!