on hangings and resurrections

i am hanging in a tree when you walk by
not from a tree
not by the neck

hanging in a tree

more like a christmas tree ornament
although not for decoration

i am not sure why i remain there
but i am lonely
i am forlorn

i have been waiting for someone for years
before I gave up on someone or anyone
before i abandoned hope

and then there is you

reaching up and offering your hand
touching me to the core
and coaxing me again to earth

untouched and alone in the security of branches
you seem to be saying without words
is not living at all

and the warmth of a palm offered up
as sincerely as your mouth and arms
to resurrect me beneath these stones of fear

i am hanging in a tree when you walk by
not from a tree
not by the neck

hanging in a tree

more like a christmas tree ornament
although not for decoration

ripe for this possibility of resurrection
i climb down

—P.L. Thomas

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