Olive Trees with the Alpilles in the Background (1889), Vincent van Gogh
I witnessed their escape:
bodies curved - intense effort
to lose the burden of
memory,
and twitching
in fever of hoarded
emotions.
Whether frightened of
imminent storm or
reaching the mountains,
the trees
were unwilling be tamed,
roots numb from standing so long,
bit rotten,- failed to hold them.
Reeling in the wind,
yet resisting, -
they already belonged
as a part of whole picture
to the brush of master…
