Whailing Tree
You have been there time after time
to hear my lines and every rhyme.
Too distracted, I did not see
the tail of a whale
on a limb up in the tree.
Guess I never stood
on the uphill side,
where mosses grow
and the mammal resides.
A burl for the torso,
broken branch forks out, steering.
Looks down laughing,
wooden smile endearing.
I’ve delivered monologues,
here and I’ve cried.
I’ve prayed and chuckled
and to me I have lied.