When I was a sapling,
I knew nothing of the ways
of
heaven and earth.
I
thought the sun
would
rise and set forever.
Time
was a river with no beginning
and
no end and would water my roots
until
the very stars grew dim.
Now
that I am a tree,
wide
in the trunk,
the
days are short,
the
seasons compressed.
My
leaves grow and fall,
grow
and fall,
and
my shadow
is
always
chasing
me down.
Children
hang
from
my branches
like
ripe fruit
and
then are gone,
rushing
to find
some
occupation in the dusk
that
moments before
had
been dawn.
And
I think to myself,
winds
rushing
through
my mind
like
a sieve,
wasn’t
it only yesterday
that
I was a sapling?
~William Hammett
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