Haven Tree
Like a mustard seed
Planted in a garden
Grows to be a haven tree
For birds to perch and sing
For weary souls to rest
I want to be.
Once I was a hungry bird
A love-sick bird
A weary traveler
On my way.
Many gave shelter
And set the table for me.
Now I can spread my branches
And take some of the heat
So the broke down can rest
A spell in my shade.
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Julie is currently living in the Pacific Northwest. She has traveled and lived for many years abroad mostly in China, Central Asia and India. She brings the wealth of these experiences to her writing.
Some call it the anti-Burning Man. Whereas Black Rock City packs up after it’s all over, the Bombay Beach Biennale is all about creating permanent art and transforming what was once considered an apocalyptic wasteland.
