Today I stopped on the way up our steep hill,
I should say I was stopped,
stopped in my tracks by the golden
leaves of a lone tree
shinning against the Paynes gray sky.
I set my brake hard, got out
to admire the view
to capture the sight with my phone.
As if awe could ever be held
to a single place
in a single moment.
The air sharp with a message of Fall,
birds singing near-by,
a 50 mile view across the bay
snapped into place
in the center of my soul.
For many years I have stalked this tree
From season to season,
the bare skeleton of Winter,
through the tender lacy dress of Spring,
and the full open fan of Summer,
but Fall is when it captures me.
Why was it this day I was stopped
arrested, held prison
in the unknown country of Magic
and Disbelief that I could
create this picture to keep for myself.
I must have looked quite mad
in my reverie, because a passerby stopped
and ask if every thing was all right.
“Please don’t release me from this moment just yet”
I silently prayed
“Everything is just fine.
You may join me if you like.” I spoke out loud.
She set her parking brake hard and got out,
then began to weep. She spoke only these words,
“I lost someone dear to one year ago today. This
is the first time I have been able to see color in all that time.”
She got back in her car released her brake
and continued up the hill.
Leaving me alone to wonder
how I can keep the light in my life
no matter what? Or did I just meet
my own tender, wounded, imprisoned self
beneath the Ginkgo Tree?
10-9-12 Carol Carlisle ©