Jack Pine

Jack Pine

Standing on the crevasse,

jack pine against the odds,

last honest man leaning on 

the wind, a lesson in survival. 

Like a young man, tilting hard

against timberlines. Battling

elements. Blown by the sky. 

The choice in life lies between

putting out roots in thin soil

or wandering the scree line.

The jack pine on his crevasse 

or the whistling wind. 

Knowing you, knowing me 

Put me down for the latter.

Filling my arms with night.