The Methuselah Tree

I’d ask you all about your family lore,
if memory woke intact from seed to seed,
how far your instinct spans. I’d fill the need
for answers, but your silence stilts me or
perhaps it’s that I trouble a recluse
with conversation ventured years ago.
Perhaps you blinked and didn’t even know
I’d changed or notice change in me. I’d loose
the darkness that compels us, for the light
my ancestors emerged from. I would glean
your knowledge till the words became my own.

And as I make to leave these lonely heights,
I wonder at the sights you might have seen
and that we never came to cut you down.

The Methuselah Tree

Daniel Barlow

Plant City, United States

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A poem inspired by a tree that’s nearly 5000 yrs old.

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