
With fingers gnarly, textured, furry
Sturdier than human hand or foot
He looks upon his day with eyes
That take in the gaps in trees
And vast expanses of treeless land
Resting above the chatter of a village
Uncharacteristic in his natural history
Anachronistic in his dipterocarp-lacking world
Yet resilient in quiet anticipation
For when seeds planted today
Will eventually reach for the skies
