Old Haunts …
After a few days rain dead things come to life. Deserts turn to flower. It’s a resurrection of sorts. Water does that, breaks the run, of baking heat and absent form.
Walking in the old places, still shooting above the waist, at first there was nothing to be seen. Where is all the life gone …
Stopping still long enough to examine an old leafless tree, still standing, nothing. Then she walked into view.
Over the horizon she came, and after some examination planted her egg, another burgeoning form.
Is there really such a thing as an old dead tree. Or is death always the ‘other’ side …
Where no imagination can go. Here and now.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look