A tree,

like all the others.

Yet

I am transfixed.

Why?

The pale trunk

grows this way and that

pale and shining in the sun.

The tree possesses

a unique majesty,

enhanced by the eucalypt leaves

standing out against trunk and sky.

Its spiritual presence

only enhanced by

the joyous cacophony of lorikeets.

A glorious example of

Scotus’ ‘thinness’:

the tree playing its unique role

in God’s plan by being

fully and truly itself.