Poetry by Kyle Watkins
a long time ago,
My poppy said to me
the desert is an old, old place
Far older than me,
the desert is sand and wind and dust
full of rats and snakes and sun
but dust comes from something
From roots he said, roots from long ago
roots from plants and tree
in some place full of life
with animals way bigger than me
Towering high above
He points to mesas and plateaus
he says, those, there, see?
are all that’s left of tree gargantua
Far older than you and me
of the end
A scale beyond all
Beneath, feet approach, undaunted
Human, in their scope
Proud “Proud?” Proud.
Human or a tree?