Tree, and Stars I am trying to understand the fact of this ponderosa pine on earth. Its bark by night is chill to touch, its canopy massed darkness. I cannot understand the stars haloing this pine, not really, their light sent unfathomable years ago. Deep rooted tree, unfathomable stars -- productions of time and eternity. And something we can’t name. Here, touch the bark. And look up. By your silence I will know you know you don’t understand. Mike Dillon Mike Dillon lives in Indianola, Washington, a small town on Puget Sound northwest of Seattle. He is the author of four books of poetry and three books of haiku. Several of his haiku were included in Haiku in English: The First Hundred Years, from W.W. Norton (2013). His most recent book, Departures: Poetry and Prose on the Removal of Bainbridge Island’s Japanese Americans after Pearl Harbor, was published by Unsolicited Press in April 2019.
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