Clearing-Obs>>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

i have created a gap
between hugging trees
trimming overlapping
branches and vines
that dare to climb
i have few cuts and
painful tiny bruises
after, i stand between
and feel cool breeze
from an open field
channel of strong wind

maybe i have delivered
fresh air supply for free
blowing all those debris
that was stock in corners
so with old fallen leaves
i can't close this gap now
sometimes we do something
that we didn't expect things
to happened way beyond ours
somebody will plant a tree
between this gap i created
it might become a passageway