Assuring The One You Love Poem by RIC BASTASA

i heard it all when she said that she is pretty
useless

in a metaphor she carries me to the spot where a tree stands
without leaves
without roots
and she asks me what shall be the use of this tree?
the sun she says has given up hope and the moon comes only
to comfort it with silence
some birds out of civility chirp as though saying
your branches are good stop-overs for our journey

i do not wish to argue with her and i always keep on telling her that my love

are leaves of trees, roots, sun, moon, safe havens for travelers.