Tuesday, December 11, 2007

The Tree

Coming round a corner at speed, you skid towards the only tree on an empty grassy verge. If you could tear your eyes away, you might regain control. One solitary tree.


I met a man coming up the road - a traveller, a merchant. In his dark black eyes I discerned the clear light of recognition. Eyes black like a hole in the sky. We turned and continued our solitary paths.