It always starts with two Two who begin the thing Who are the trunk of the tree The trunk of this tree But what if the tree should be cut? Today? What then? So then just go ahead — Plant the seed The one you’ve been saving In your pocket Since you last walked The Old Growth Trail Under the cedar And gazed in awe at its girth, the tangled sprawl down below the dirt homing to a birthplace at the core, the perfect straightness drawn up, beyond the sky hooked to a point in the heavens around which all-else spins. That old cedar. No other will do Inception! Its seed-germ the recall of all that came before, and of trees yet to be. Take it Plant it So it goes On and on All my relations. It always starts with two Two who begin the thing Who are the trunk of the tree The trunk of history
Join us on Thursday, April 19th for a celebration of up-and-coming local writers at the Black Bear Review launch party, featuring readings from the current issue and from this year’s winners of the Kootenay Literary Competition.