Saturday, September 15, 2012

Old Trees

I am growing. I am growing in two faces. Two faces with two tongues who can move and speak and create on their own. A waltz of two twisted bodies that will never look the same on a page. Not by these two pens.
But there is one mind to think and feel here. One mind that knows one well. And the other unwell. A child with new clothes. Swaddling and swaddled by foreignity. And the other clothed in the garb of a peasant. Tattered and torn, pieces of the years written easily. But thought thoughtfully and placed there in gold and red letter. 
“To live is to speak”.
Two faces. Two carved parts of an old tree that grew roots ancient. That split somewhere above the clouds into two trees with old bark and old wood and new leaves in the spring.
These are the movements of life. These are the touches of mortality. To carry the dead and the newborn in one body. To be young, only to be early in our march toward death. 
But death is not a verb unconjugated. It is grated over our heads. And turned into the precision of taking one step. We cannot go backwards. Only forwards.
And so my head moves forward through the haze and the through the light. My mind. Growing new limbs, taking new breaths of foreign air that will become familiar air. That will soon become old bark on old trees.
On one face. And on the other.
Somewhere above these clouds there are two trees growing back into one. Making one face of new bark that will become old bark that will become me.


  1. psalm 1
    Blessed is the one
    who does not walk in step with the wicked
    or stand in the way that sinners take
    or sit in the company of mockers,
    but whose delight is in the law of the Lord,
    and who meditates on his law day and night.
    That person is like a tree planted by streams of water,
    which yields its fruit in season
    and whose leaf does not wither—
    whatever they do prospers.

    Not so the wicked!
    They are like chaff
    that the wind blows away.
    Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,
    nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous.

    For the Lord watches over the way of the righteous,
    but the way of the wicked leads to destruction.

  2. Hoonshki, you are a phenomenal writer! I love reading your thoughts put into words; you have such eloquence and creativity in your writing! Keep it up!