
Life Lived In A Vertical Landscape
Published December 15, 2025 by rlmcdermott

what loves
you chooses
not to come
and so you’ve
lived your
life alone
sitting in
a tree
eating bark
fearful of
the night
and the
earth’s
dark song
you’ve
wondered
all these
years what
it would be
a man
a woman
a god
but there
was just
the tree
listen are
those footsteps
can you see
someone coming
is that a shadow
or just the moonlight
bending over to
listen to your heart
and that song
so bereft of
melody that
you listen
all night long
it’s like a voice
singing in your ear
of love and death
and the passing
of another year
you have music
and I have words
you are the sky
and I am the earth
a moon
a tree
and all that’s in between
that’s us
a picture on an easel
a song heard outside a window
trust me
I won’t let you fall
I’ll hold you up
my arms are strong
a heart of wood
a thinning crown
this seasoned girl
will hold her ground
Everything
happens
in the fall;
all loss
is in a leaf–
yellow and gold
to the ground.
Even
tall buildings
must fall;
three thousand
hearts and you
in one hour–
autumn.
Two things
juxtaposed,
whose pain
is greater
the leaf’s
or mine;
Falling,
falling,
falling
into the
bright
September
sun–
everything
happens in
the fall.