A Banyan Tree (I wish I was)
A Poem by Roqué Marcelo
A Banyan Tree (I wish I was)
A Poem by Roqué Marcelo
Tangled roots curling down From the temple Of God. They seep into the soil To cling to the earth. I, in my birth, came forth Unspoiled Until I learned to be What I was not. I wish I could be those curly locks To climb myself out of this unforgiving place But oh, would the world Cling to me So That I Could Not Let Go Even so . . . I wish I was A Banyan Tree
A Note about this Issue:
All photos and film footage were captured in Sarasota, FL. Banyan trees only grow in warm and wet tropical climates. An enormous one grew right in front of my childhood home in a village in American Samoa, and it was my private castle as a boy. I love Banyan trees immensely.
A Banyan Tree (I wish I was)