“Husband and Wife” (written a long time ago)

The tree of life

is like a creeping vine,

climbing slowly upward

around the solid shapes of this world.

And we as new branches

were trained to grow this way,

spiralling around eachother’s greenness,

now locked together in our ageing.

Even if we wished

we couldn’t unravel those years;

we would snap from the strain

of unnatural directions.

And who would fill the space

that was our destination?

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