It's Still Life

Every Journey Is a Story

Every journey is a story,
and I say, You’re those fields
of yellow mustard blossoms,
but no matter where we are,
you always say that I’m a tree.

Every time just like the last,
the years blur into the present,
and I say I’ve always been this age,
you laugh, say I wasn’t born with
all that white hair and wrinkles

…and I look out the window and think,

You’re yellow mustard and bees
will fill their pockets with you
before you go to seed in a few weeks.
But I’m always a tree.

143 words; reading time less than one minute. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.