Why This One?

This one pine tree sways
slowly in the breeze
among the others
equally straight
and tall;
but they are still.
Why this one moves is . . .
because one leaf,
one branch,
one wisp waves
while the others
wait for some
quiet telling when
the wind turns . . .
in its ways, unknown
to me and the others,
all of us waiting
thoughtfully together,
eyes turned upward,
then this way and that,
questioning who
is chosen.

Don Cadwallader

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