by Annette Snyckers
Yesterday I saw the trees in conference
deliberating among themselves.
They stood tall,
waved their limbs as if,
with a rattle of Eucalyptus leaves,
they were discussing a serious issue.
Later came consensus, resignation —
they swayed in unison
and droned on in the keening wind.
There was a sighing
as the fluttering flicker of their foliage
caught the afternoon sun.
They stood their ground,
did what trees so often do:
They stood in for how I felt.