A Meeting While Painting
The knarled Bishop Pine pulls me,
To challenge skill and learn,
How to grow, paint, endure and hang on
To precarious life.
The lickened branches defy the brush,
Yet drape and curl on the blue bark,
In hushed forest, stately and stark,
Few come to see the beauty,
Trees people the landscape,
Olive greens, paynes grey and ochra.
Can I capture the hue?
For enough time to escape?
Or is it a true exchange?
Me gives attention and love.
The pine gives its presence and challenge,
Together there is more, much more.
Than being alone or just being alive.
A reach for more across eons,
Across the species barrier,
Through space time and thought,
To touch another sentient being.