Well… the cable internet connection died…. for the 3rd time this week. On a stroke of genius, I decided to check my neighbourhood to see if another unsecured network was up and running… and it was. So I am stealing a bit of bandwidth until my connection comes back. The tech is coming on Monday. I hope that it doesnt stay down all weekend!
The House on Mango Street – Sandra Cisneros
Four Skinny Trees
They were the only ones who understand me. I am the only one who understands them. Four skinny trees with skinny necks and pointy elbows like mine. Four who do not belong here but are here. Four raggedy excuses planted by the city. From our room we can hear them, but Nenny just sleeps and doesn’t appreciate these things.
Their strength is secret. They send ferocious roots beneath the ground. They grow up and they grown down and grab the earth between their hairy toes and bite the sky with violent teeth and never quit their anger. This is how they keep.
Let one forget his reason for being, they’d all droop like tulips in a glass, each with their aarms around the other. Keep, keep, keep, trees say when I sleep. They teach.
When I am too sad and too skinny to keep keeping, when I am a tiny thing against so many bricks, then it is I look at the trees. When there is nothing left to look at on this street. Four who grew despite concrete. Four who reach and do not forget to reach. Four whose only reason is to be and be.
This chapter from the book that I have to dissect for my Spanish take-home exam really hits home for me. This sense of trying to reach out for something better (the sky) when in a place that you do not particularly belong and is a place that fights to keep you down. The sense of being strong (roots down and growing up) when under trials. The need to keep going and to keep yourself strong and safe even when there are too many bricks(burdens) to see the beauty of life around you.