Two Trees

In the woods,

two trees stand,

equally rooted

firmly in the ground.

Yet, as if deciding

it a curse of solitude

to try and touch a Sky

who never reached back,

one turned

to touch the other,

leaning its trunk

against its forest mate’s.

And so, I found them,

standing as lovers,

one resting upon the other,

limbs entwined in embrace.

I turned,

wishing not to disturb

what I’d found there,

and walked down the trail.