Beneath the Cherry Tree - Poetry

Beneath the Cherry Tree

Twin bones beneath a cherry tree
It was sometime in spring
And the flowers were blooming

Our knees buckled,
Bracing above the creek.
Water slid by with purpose,
Through the park and past the baseball field.

Silver threads flicker and flit
I dip my hand in
And they slip through my fingers

What if God doesn’t exist?
You curl your toes over the green edge
And poke the water

Don’t say that, He might hear you
Spring burst around us
Deceiving and Beautiful

Let Him hear me,
Let Him show me he can hear

Sitting, waiting,
Cherry blossoms one by one
Unclench their tiny fists

The creek snatches them up
And sweeps them off without thought
Without purpose.