spring storm
last night
a wild and raging wind
ripped a towering walnut tree
apart - seven feet above
where its thick truck emerged
from the ridge above the deep cedar creek.

fallen from the tall green canopy,
in its place now is
               emptiness;
the clouds and the red-brown
water rushing by without remorse...

but I mourn the great tree;
fallen from the place it held
with quiet dignity for so long.

       oh how my poor soul
       longs for an earthly permanence

       amidst the ever-changing currents of life;
       amidst the strong winds of adversity -
       shifting the shape and duration, in due time,
       of all living things.

       how desperately
       and in vain I hope against nature's law
       not ever to be broken;
       not ever to be removed.