Your fig tree,
The one that meant a lot to you,
What happened to it,
What came of the hero?
My fig tree,
The one I grew up with,
The one that hid the boy next door among its wide leaves,
The one that I marked my little brother’s height on,
The fig tree that was so real then, is now only a dream!
Just a dream,
A dream that I cannot even share with a child I will never have!
*Inspired by Rainer Maria Rilke's Duino Elegie (the sixth elegy) part of the Letters to Rilke, my sequence in process.