I practice patience
in self-defense, protection
against burning all
the world’s bridges
while standing on the wrong side
of the forest that grows
hope on trees;
patience is what keeps
feet and wit from fleeing
at the sight of a lion draped around a tree,
without ever wondering if
wild beasts are in the way, never letting me
move forward—reach a leaf of hope—
or if lions only climb trees to escape the heat.
the wee notes…
- in the wise (and creatively
spelled) words of Granny Weatherwax, “I Ate’nt Dead”. I’ve just had a
gazillion appointments. Mostly follow ups and a wee surgery here and there. So,
yeah… the red funeral clothes you ordered are a bit premature 😜
- after seeing the photo of a lion on a
tree, when I was very young, I was convinced the majestic beast was
waiting to jump on its prey. Then I heard somewhere—The Animal Planet, I
think—that lions climb trees to escape bugs and the savanna heat. Yeah, I was disappointed too *cough*
