The Tree

There is a tree in my dreams.

You’ve seen it, too.

It sits on a ridge

silhouetted against the sky.

They use the same tree

in dozens of movies.

A protagonist sits there

waiting to be found

by someone who will gift them

the resolve to go on.

I want to go there,

sit under the tree,

hat pulled over my eyes,

pretending to nap,

hand on my gun,

not wanting to die,

unsure I want to go on,

but willing to take

anyone with me

before I leave.

3-2-26