PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

In a valley in a field

in the forest and in the water

there is something I'm trying to find.

i look and look

i move the leaves

lift the rocks

and clear the dirt.

its a nice moment of work.

after it is clear I see a branch.

 Its roots were too deep to pull

and to strong to cut.

I studied that branch thoughtfully.

then walked further into the horizon. 

I looked back at the land,

so different since my intervention,

and noticed paint on my fingers.

i ran back to the branch and held it.

it alone i could not alter and it alone held me to earth.

remembering my search I closed my eyes.

i remarked I was finished and returned home 

unnerved and Unsatisfied.

in the night I came back but all was different 

and another rested on the branch.

at first i felt defensive.

soon the realization came

it was another me

painting on the shared canvas of life.