i awoke
to find him
STANDING
naked
before the
open window
STARING
at the crooked
birch tree
CULTIVATING
singularity
amidst
a forest full
of oak
from the bedside
I layed in unison
SKETCHING
his troubled posture
with my mind
TRACING
the worried lines
of his vertebrae
CAPTURING
the shadows
of doubt
with the corners
of my eyes
pictures
of a man
REFLECTING
on the road
chosen
to mid-life
AWAKENINGS
and
the testimony
of bark
DESIGNING
the nature
of human growth
CONTEMPLATING
the hidden beauty
of a single
crooked birch tree
CELEBRATING
individuality
in a forest
full of oak
*Rain-Man*
to find him
STANDING
naked
before the
open window
STARING
at the crooked
birch tree
CULTIVATING
singularity
amidst
a forest full
of oak
from the bedside
I layed in unison
SKETCHING
his troubled posture
with my mind
TRACING
the worried lines
of his vertebrae
CAPTURING
the shadows
of doubt
with the corners
of my eyes
pictures
of a man
REFLECTING
on the road
chosen
to mid-life
AWAKENINGS
and
the testimony
of bark
DESIGNING
the nature
of human growth
CONTEMPLATING
the hidden beauty
of a single
crooked birch tree
CELEBRATING
individuality
in a forest
full of oak
*Rain-Man*