Taken from my collection 'Lines'.
Walk, don’t run,
to the vanishing point of life.
Memories will splinter,
yet resile complete blight.
A select few will be engraved
with work and weather
like a palm of leather, distressed.
Bark is temporary
but within a seed you grow.
The end point vanishes
as your sap is used to bear new branches
and the wind takes seeds to sew.
For as long as bark grows linear,
annual rings spread circular.