If a Tree Falls in the Forest
Words left behind about being left behind. A project neglected about feeling neglected. The irony isn't lost. If a tree falls in a forest and noone is around to hear the slow leaning, roots slowly uprooting, the fight to stay upright, in vain, the last strain as it falls with a deep thud... noone questions whether the tree fell. They only question if it affected the ears of others. I received a message today at 6 am from someone I've never met. I was half awake. I was hardly awake. But he told me the words I wrote 9 years ago still make a sound. It was alarming to hear it. I mean it was alarming to read it, quietly appearing there in my inbox while the sun was sneaking into my bedroom, but it sounded like an alarm. If a tree fell in the woods that grows at the back of my house, limbs overburdened by the heavy snow that has fallen and fallen and fallen this winter, would I hear it? Would I remember the sound years from now? The truth is, for the most part, I am so deeply root...
