Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

Lines Written to A Brave, Ancient, Bonsai White Pine*
Lines Written to A Brave, Ancient, Bonsai White Pine*
©February 22nd, 2019
By Vijaya Sundaram
 
What atmospheres do you keep close
Hovering like a sigh, a collective gasp
Clasping your roots, even as your needles
Cling to branches, and your nimbus
Exhales secret memory that rains down
Again and again, keeping you alive?
 
How lonely it must be for you,
Bereft of brothers and sisters,
Bereft of animals to shelter in you,
And yet, you grow and grow
Because you might be the last,
And you might last forever.
 
Alone, you stand, proud white pine
Tall in your mind, close to the skies,
Taken far from your land, handed over
To those who sought to destroy it,
And alone, you grow strong, live long,
Because that is the ultimate answer.