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The blue spruce outside her window

Senses her indecision--

The final approach to a turning point?



The sediment of unmet expectations,

Fallen fences of desire and need,

Rusted entanglements, truth and lies,

The contradictions, the compromises--

A chaotic landscape filling her mind--

What to keep, what to leave behind?



Seeing it there, tall and aloof

Shouldered against

Slick towers of steel and glass

And the drivers stuck in traffic,

Impatient to fill their lives up,

Desperately wishing

They were somewhere else--



How she envies its pure simplicity!

Quietly drinking the sun,

Serenely greening its needle gown,

Taking in

Only what the wind and rain allow

Without complaint--

Never beyond the limits of its thrust--

A virtue of trees--



Stuck at the surface of time and space,

Barely aware, nothing ever enough--

Like children hurling rocks skyward

And watching them fall to the ground--



Restlessness, it seems, is sewn

In the deepest fabric of thought:

Are we designed--condemned--

To always push

Beyond our conscious bounds,

And bear the knowledge

Of a line that can't be crossed?



A branch of the spruce is broken,

She notices now,

But Nature has no flaw--

Her judgment had been too harsh.



Hope and love--

Though always short of completion--

Are the only way we have

To make sense of what does not--

To fumble with our Gordian knot.