We couldn’t help but notice her…on the sand…washed up by the sea…stretched out in the sun…what remained of a driftwood tree.
I wondered how she found her way here…naked on the shore of our state park…Did the incessant waves on her journey strip away her bark?
I had so many questions for this lonely driftwood tree…How long have you been drifting?…Did you travel across the sea?
What started you on your journey? How’d you end up on this sand?
Are you from a nearby island…or from a far off distant land?
Was it frightening on the ocean…once that enormous wave you caught?
Have you enjoyed the freedom….of not being rooted to one spot?
What’s it like to take a trip with destinations undefined?
How long have you been drifting?
Do you miss the trees you left behind?
Have you met other trees along the way? Were you able to make friends?
Are you heading out tomorrow or is this where your journey ends?
I asked her all these questions…but of course she did not answer me…
just another illustration of the mysteries of the sea.
One question was answered however…for on another day as we walked along the beach at dawn…when we reached the spot where we first saw her…the driftwood tree was gone.
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