Hemlock Whispers

I asked the hemlock,

“How much have you seen”?

His rustic bark seeps

with sap and secrets.

I let chords from my heart

weave their way into

the chords of his trunk.

“How much have you seen”, I say.

A seaplane scoots across above,

the engine drowns out

the hemlock’s reply

and all to be heard

is my very long sigh.