“Treeline”

Tentative as a tree line
beneath the looming
thunderstorm.
Swaying this way
and that;
leaning, threatening
to uproot.
Waiting to be struck
by a higher power;
something random
to tear down
this tentative teetering.
The storm clouds dismiss
and I stay standing,
not having moved an inch.

narrative poem written on 04-09-2015 by: on mattkane.com
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