her strength and her love ran
so much deeper
than I had thought,
even last summer
when life seemed a sunny green
bottomless ocean.
Now there is a void
where the tree was,
and I sit in the rain
and cry, looking up
for branches
to cover me...
the sky,
gray, frowning clouds
and a mountain
weeping
as the axman wanders through,
and the mudslides
begin, shifting
the ground
underneath me.
©2017 Amy Freeman