Issue Twenty - Summer 2012

Seeing the Tree

By Dorothy Trogdon

We must be watchful,
sort out at any given moment,
the day’s disturbance from what
lies beneath and endures,

lest those gusts of anger,
or riptides of impatience
blind us
to the larger supportive landscape,

lest we mistake
the cross word or accusation—
one broken twig—
for the whole tree.

Copyright Trogdon 2012