I place my hand upon the trunk
run my fingers along
so I might read a story
above under thumb
the bumps
of history
I do not remember
how long since I lost my worldly sight
for I am the known wise man
and those seek me out

but for that which wisdom I have gained
was paid for with which I left behind
so perhaps that is my lesson
to teach those still
with vision

notes…  written back in June, revised just now, one of those that sprang from a single thought, me just running my hand down a tree trunk, when I was walking my dog, and thinking what so many have thought, what has this tree seen ? and could I ever tap into that knowledge ? and if I could…