Lee Deigaard

A Tree Falls

A thing disregarded. An unknown event. Examine minutely. Take the long view. Recollect a longing, a precognition. Relics survive the eye of the storm, the passage of time. Forensics rejects hindsight, considers the thing imagined.

The world turns. The earth stood still. A deer supine in leaves, perfect in body, without mark or wound. Songbirds drop from the sky. The things they have seen and never told.

Rise above. Things vanish. Washed away by the rain. Taken by the tornado. Grown small in the distance. New green grows among broken limbs and shattered trees, the hole in the sky having brought the sun. Soon, this will become the way it was.