Typewriter Series #3002 by Tyler Knott GregsonAs always, swipe...

Typewriter Series #3002 by Tyler Knott Gregson

As always, swipe for the full poem if you want.  Or don’t.  I don’t  know.

Circumstance like lightning
to the oak of connection,
all threat of burn,
of branches made ash
that won’t stop falling.  
There is majesty in stillness,
strength in defying the storms,
growing large despite the
fire that was promised.  

Carve Always in this trunk
and let the letters stretch;
before acorn, before sunlight,
before rainfall that began
this growth, we were there.
We were the tree before the leaf,
the roots before the seed,
we were the branches reaching
for light,
before we had a name.

Sit with me in the shade of us,
forget time and what you know
of space.  Sit until we
are a single ring out of
thousands, until those letters
we carved
are two dozen miles
tall.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-