Tree-tied
followed a few weeks after O
Mother!. I was in shock, in a speechless, tongue
tied daze in the face of mortality. I was at sea. I was swimming
madly trying to stay afloat. My world had come undone. I needed
the rootedness of the trees. I needed to create order to counter
my personal chaos. So I tied the trees together with the scattered
stones. I felt better. The universe, now, made sense. I rested
beneath the old oak tree gazing out at my accomplishment. I
ate an apple. Two women from the Mount Royal Eco-Patrol appeared
and scattered the stones. They untied the trees. They returned
order to chaos. I was, once again, undone.