Existence

A hollow log lay upon the open road.

A rabbit’s tail disappearing through the other end,

A pecker’s beak rapping tap tapping on the door,

A nut from a tree above falls upon its floor.

A hollow log lay upon the open road.

A cat sits perched upon its top,

A wind gusts through the tunnel, stop.

The cat jumps up into the air,

And soars away like a windblown hair.

A hollow log lay upon the open road.

A bear cub sleeping in its core,

A white crest covers the outer door,

Stillness creeps into the air,

The world seems quiet,

Too quiet,

Yet not enough to move or dare.

A hollow log lay upon the open road,

A sense of life is present again,

A cluster of flowers pops up through the ground,

And wakes the world with a shower of rain.

A hollow log lay upon the open road.

A past and present engraved in its skin,

It seeps itself into the earth,

Giving space for another life to begin.

-Madelaine Irene