As I was walking, watching the calm lake, I saw the traces of Irma;
Floating branches in the water.
Dried brunches piled for a pickup truck…
Then, I saw a whole trunk base cut.
Exposed roots. like blood vessels, nourishing an absent tree.
I touched and did healing to the left over trunk\'s base.
Silent cry over angry violent spiral wind, for tearing a living tree from earth.