A Tree

What kind of world would it be
To live under a tree

The shade
A canopy of green
Birds foraging
Singing

What is better than a tree
Limbs of love
Stretching to the heavens
Urging me to look up
Beyond my earth bound being

(c) Thomas Bergum 2018

Anonymity

A fog of flesh and bone

Such a state is sought by many

The freedom to be

Without expectation

No breathing heavy air

 And being greeted by anticipation

The who’s who of the unknown

Quietly going about one’s business

I am a resident of such a state

I pledge its allegiance

And protect its constitution

©Thomas Bergum 2018

Fifty Year Desire

I just got the notice for my 50^th high school reunion

I have attended a couple in the past

They may have been the 30^th and 40^th

They were ok

But after about an hour

I was ready to go back to my life

When I got the half century invite

For a few days I thought about attending

There are a few people it would be nice to see

Say hi

Hear a little about their lives again

But then I will want to go home

This does not seem like $40 well spent

I realized the deep seated appeal

The one perhaps worth $40

Was

Maybe the popular people

Would be interested in talking to me

It is amazing

After 50 years

There still is the desire

To be welcomed

By the once socially elite from my past

I have tucked that desire away again

It is easily done

©Thomas Bergum 2018

Dormant

Dormant

Plants have a season

A time of rest

Perennials

And the trees

Show no life

Their skeletons

Void of leaves

Are stark

In the winter days

Beneath

Unseen

Their root

Holds on to life

We know the cycle

It is not a surprise

When the resurrection comes

The cycle of life

But when I am dormant

And my frame is bare

No fruit to show

I feel despair

Beneath

Unseen

My roots

Are shaken

Questions unsettle

Doubts disturb

I probe with questions
Analyze my past

Unsure of what

Tomorrow holds

But when the probing

Reveals no reason

I find my rest

It is just a season

Dormant for a time

The cycle of life

©Thomas Bergum 2018

Today

It is not

A blank piece of paper

Nor do I wish it to be

My past

Calls out my future

I have no need

For a clean slate

A new beginning

I do want

To see

To think

To be brave

Allowing truth

To guide

©Thomas Bergum 2017

Before The Clutter

The dawn is when

My thoughts are clear

Introspection

Or way out there

A voice within

Has things to say

Before the clutter

Of the day

©Thomas Bergum 2017

I Am A Farmer

I am a farmer

I cast seeds

Of thought

Scattered freely

By the winds of whim

They are fed

By sun

And moon

And sentences appear

Some rooted

In reality

Others

Mirthfully propagate

When harvested

Fresh morsels of delight

Or

Mushy tubers

Best kept out of sight

©Thomas Bergum 2017