10.10.10 (10pm)
I am thinking now
(seeing my naked tree today)
that my tree reminds me of
a great outstretched hand
attempting to grasp something—the sky, the sun,
its own fallen leaves on the earth
just outside of the reach of its branches—
and it reminded me
once again
of the irony in the fact that our reach exceeds our grasp;
how awful that
the things we can touch
with the tips of our fingers
cannot always be held
in the palm
of our hand.
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