06 Jul The Linden Tree
I came into your room today,
to work here while you are at school.
I found the perfect place to sit,
back between the handles of your chest of drawers.
The sun lights up squares of carpet and I can
see the Linden tree coming into bud through the window.
I want to be near to your exploratory, feeling-everything-energy.
In a week I feel dull, drab and weary I want the newness
and very present complications you feel
to imprint on me and my work.
By Elli Johnson
A poem written while sitting in my (then) 16 year old daughter’s bedroom on the floor looking at the changing light. My eldest is a whirlwind of ideas and emotions, thoughts and plans. It is exciting to be near her when she is in full present-tense/future-longing mode. I want to remember these moments.