I sat beneath a huge tree
Its shape and size shaded me
As if I were its seedling
In search of nourishment
As if I were the sapling in search of light
As if I were, somehow, its own penultimate circle
Spiraling out of control left to fulfil its last rites
Entombed, enclosed embalmed in eternal night
Waiting for it to make space for me.
Look child at the leaf of a Bodhi tree
Look at its veins, it to be another tree
Yes, I sat beneath a Bodhi tree
As does it somewhere, shaded sits inside of me
Yes, just another seedling in search of nourishment.
© Mark Andrew Heathcote
Excerpt from the book “In Perpetuity”
About the Author
Mr. Mark Andrew Heathcote has been happily honing his writing skills for many years perfecting his poetry and sharing it on-line, through on-line poetry forums. He feels this book is the next best step in his creative endeavors.
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