I Can See Through the Trees
Missed Connections in Madison
I’m glad you could see the forrest through the trees
Because this tree would stand next to you;
And weather the seasons together;
And gather rings with you-
Because I can tell you have beautiful heartwood-and that’s not pulp fiction.
It’s cold now but, I bet, come April or May-we’ll be buds.
My roots do run shallow but my trunks not hollow.
I’m no limbnologist, but I’ve noticed you got some pretty nice limbs.
I will try to keep our daily conversations interesting so that so that you will never be tempted to refer to me as “the emerald ash borer”.
At night, we can listen to the crickets and by day-the beetles, the birds, and the eagles.
The first time I saw you I wanted to drop my leaves right there; but it was broad daylight in June-the timing wasn’t right.
Everybody would’ve barked.
I’m as old as I am and I don’t have Dutch Elm.
We may lean on each other at times but I would never cut you down;
Because I am like you-
And I like you.
For some reason I think we could be very sappy together.
NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:
I love writing about the missed connections I find because I always learn something new. Today I discovered the word “chremamorphism” which means giving characteristics of an object to a person. Pretty accurate for our lovelorn Madison-ite’s poem but I think I’ll stick with referring to him as a tree-hugger (in all the best ways).