returning from a visit to see mother, i wandered by a tree with very unusual leaves.
its roots were twisted and tangled and seemed a little bunched up, all but straining to respect the boundary of the sidewalk.
(i can only assume they weren't happy when it was built, but have since resigned themselves to the exchange: a little bondage, to live)
i thought, "hello. i've never seen a tree like you before..."
i sensed a faint but audible reply: "few who pass here think those thoughts or speak to me..."
that nearly stopped me cold, but i had to move on. still, i took a moment to send it some loving energy.
next time i walk that way, i'll stay awhile.