The Arbutus Tree

arbutus-tree

When I was a little girl there was a tree that grew near me

I recall asking my Mom about why this tree looked so different from al the others near our home

My eyes always drawn to how it would bend in inviting ways, without sharp corners or rigid lines

Its smooth exterior skin exposed from coarse bark

My child wonder could not help but run my tiny hands along its surface

I would sit on my patch of grass looking at this lone tree, admiring its whimsical ways and open nature

It was an Arbutus

As shared by my Mom this one in particular was very special

For the Arbutus usually don’t do well too far from the ocean

This one did though, a lone, strong Arbutus living far from its desired home yet gifting me with its beauty

I would pay extra attention to the Arbutus, proudly telling the tale that it was a very special treat for us have in growing where it did

 

I sat at the ocean edge today admiring an Arbutus

It reminded me of my childhood memory

Filling myself with the salt air I thought of my strong roots and the Arbutus that grew so well even in its less than ideal surroundings

I thought about the beauty in its exposed ways, how it lives in bend and curve, never with rigidity

The salt of the ocean offering it nourishment, healing and growth

Maybe the Arbutus that lived near me would have thrived more so living near the sea

It seeded before my time and flourished long past my childhood

During that time it continued to grow and extend its beauty in its unique way

What made it so special to me was that it managed to do so when so many thought it couldn’t be

So many years later and I think I understand why I came to know

The story of the Arbutus tree

~Alisa Hutton

Young Love

teen love

The end of dramatic young love

Her, 17 with bunny boiler sharp focus on attainment

Him, an 18 year old boy dripping in good looks and an ever present bulge in his trousers

Surrounded by their pimpled peers he swept his manly locks to the side and bid her farewell

Hand up, he was done with her shit

As the gaggle of teen onlookers gasped in horror

The end of a long term relationship of ten and a half months

She threw her long arms in the air tossed with greivous screams and tears

“If I can’t be with you I want to die!”

She ran towards the ocean to drown herself in the end of her love

Fill her lungs with the salty water of his betrayal

She ran fast

She ran long

She ran far

It was low tide

She tripped and fell in 12 inches of water

Shallow love and shallow water

All it does is ruin your makeup

Romeo and Juilet eventually married other people, then divorced, then married again

Twenty five years later without fail every time I hear the word shallow water

I giggle at young love

~Alisa Hutton