A Nomadic Tree Poem by Vincent Cibelli

Grown grandiose the girth of my years
Knots, rings, crooked limbs my aged signs
Patient persistence I have engulfed fences
Rough and tall rooted shackles drink up
Ive held my ground and it holds me down
Against the grain planes torturous thought
Opposing ability and my tense nature
Desires brooding bark and I cry amber tears
Cut down, shaved, quartered, and shipped
Finally fulfilling foolishly fantasized freedom
Though defaced destroyed conscience vessel
Death or acceptance the only contentment
Of a nomadic tree