The Friday Poem: ‘To the kahikatea I see from my bed’ by Robin Peace

A new poem by Robin Peace.

To the kahikatea I see from my bed

Thinking inside the square, the ellipse,
the round of what life is,
I only see the trees.
Not only
as if that were the only thing I see,
but only
as if the tree matters more.
The simple way the branch ends in leaf.
Words
fail it.
All that uplift,
tingling chemical
under the halo
of the sun.
Working at it.
Invisible manufacture
without waste,
detritus,
rage, or
grief.

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