I wrote The Hello Tree in about 10 minutes this Saturday afternoon. It’s about a man who is lamenting a life lesser lived and askes the tree that grows quietly outside his kitchen window for advice and comfort in his final hours. My friend the tree outside my window provided inspiration for this poem.
I was with my uncle yesterday – he loves to talk. We got chatting about work initially then the conversation moved to the question; what happens when we die? He’s in his late sixties I think. By no means old, but like my parents he believes it to be so. I think in our culture, as soon as grandchildren come alone we begin to feel our time is up. Why is that?
It’s on the way for everything and everyone, that’s certain. In fact, to look at it as something that’s coming, as something that’s down the road is not accurate. In reality, it’s here already, present in every single moment of our lives. To separate it out from life is to not see the full picture.