Barren Fig Tree
A master came looking for fruit,
a return on his investment.
He moved under the canopy,
looked deep into a barrage
of foliage, deep toward the core.
He scoured eye level, up, then down.
Expectations. Unfulfilled.
Drop that trunk
and let the cord wood dry.
Today, Marla came in
just as the rest of the class
was leaving. She’d been
a week in The Ward, nursing
her core, looking for figs. She
was still close to feelings that
she’d been a waste of space,
taking up so much soil, when others
clearly are fruit full.
--Todd Sukany 17 March 2015
A master came looking for fruit,
a return on his investment.
He moved under the canopy,
looked deep into a barrage
of foliage, deep toward the core.
He scoured eye level, up, then down.
Expectations. Unfulfilled.
Drop that trunk
and let the cord wood dry.
Today, Marla came in
just as the rest of the class
was leaving. She’d been
a week in The Ward, nursing
her core, looking for figs. She
was still close to feelings that
she’d been a waste of space,
taking up so much soil, when others
clearly are fruit full.
--Todd Sukany 17 March 2015