Tree

Caleb was a tree. He found himself to have been
Planted in a single place. He couldn't move.
He couldn't change the way he looked, nor could
He alter how his family saw him. “That's our
Caleb,” everyone would say. “He's rooted
And reliable,” but Caleb chafed at his confinement.
He left town to go to college, learning, at last,
Of a host of things within him which weren't seen
By those who'd placed him in the yard. He flew.
He found he was a fairy. His appearance slowly
Changed, and, happier as someone, something,
Flitting through a neon sky, he almost never came
Back home to feel himself be transformed, once
Again, into a tree.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-08-03 at 21:38

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