to follow it you had to look differently, one step at a time, one step in front of you, feeling the sun, knowing it was there and asking for nothing more, making an effort, again, to look differently, but everything was fine, everything would be fine, today, then we would do it all over again. 
I swear to you ! when I got to this tree, I could feel the air moving slowly, as if it had hips, so that the beauty of the branches would remain undisturbed and could spread out in an honest way, as they had since the beginning of time. 
What you meant
when you didn’t talk
I listen to the branches
I do not surrender
nor sit back
*first posted in November 2020, edited, in November 2021
in the evening pond
the reflections of the day
arise delicately 