From far away, they strain and miss,
but, close up, their complete embrace
assembles heavens in slim limbs
which weave a nest where stars may rest
before their sparking parts with dawn,
when trees would clutch uprising suns.
Again, from here, you'd think they fail:
perspective's play, up to some plot,
whence thespians and lines rewrite
their scenes, depending where you stand,
make actors of an audience,
fresh entrances of exiting.
Imagine how I manifest,
atop this ridge, by telescope
contriving to encompass Earth
with narrow schooling, modest notes,
at most with poet's eyes to prize
what blends unnoticed, wends undreamt,
to hear boughs counsel, "Branch! Be bound
by neither grasp nor height or ground."
Boughs Unbound © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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Submitted: December 22, 2019