Willow Window

Willow tree, shading me again,
Your leaf on my lap, yellow sliver,
Opening to the world of pulsing texture.
Why so narrow, willow leaf window?


Who understands the question?
Your window is so wide you’re outside,
Willow weeping yellow leaves.
Who else, like me, wills windows wider?


I wondered yesterday why you weren’t wider,
It’s been three decades, today
I notice your heavy limbs trimmed back
. . . space . . .


I fill space more than make space.
Fear, habit, fear, habit.
I make space.
We make almost anything.

It has been five minutes. Thank you ever so bever so much.