The Christmas Tree in the Hong Kong Restaurant
Has lights that pulse in a portion
of my brain where rebuked, misery
slinks away into the darkness.
Pain gains no foothold, but joy
drifts its petals in the meadow
from the cherry tree
perpetually in limbic bloom.
Those lights tap a Morse Code
the tiniest of creatures
teeming in subterranean waters
decipher with their fins
and astral travelers in Katmandu
translate into intra-galactic languages
my great-great grandchildren will speak
with fluency some day over afternoon tea.
The tree, inviolate, roots in my heart,
its branches, ventricles in a highway
leading to inalterable peace,
regeneration, and incalculable possibility
always one twinkle away from realization.
“The Christmas Tree in the Hong Kong Restaurant”
first appeared in New Millennium Writings, 2011