THE TALL TREES

The trees don’t look a day over 500.

They saw their opportunity to be part of an old growth forest

and they took it.

What could resist being so towering and so green?

This is my first time among such languid, whispering giants.

I’ve always imagined them

but now they’re an old verse I no longer need to verify.

Great branches stretch wide like wings.

But, when you live with your head in the sky already,

where’s the need to fly?

I must be a speck to these behemoths,

barely visible in the strain of light through the canopy.

But I take my insignificance in stride.

There’s such joy to be in a place where there are no arguments,

that a breeze akin to music seems to fill.

Andrej Bilovsky (he/him) is a poet and performance artist. Former editor of Masculine-Feminine and Kapesnik. His poetry can be found at the Quiver and Down In The Dirt.