Tree Fortunes

The old tree cross section

lies in forest greenery,

like a parchment colored

with water stains –

marking low spots

where a drought-stricken lake

defies sunshine to its shriveled end,

and cracks run

across the receding surface.

A treasure map discovered

and spread across the table;

fingers trace creases,

feeling for topographic

memories to emerge

like gold coins

under a rust-encrusted

treasure chest lid.

Two cracks intersect

at an X marks the spot;

fingernails pick

as if at a scab,

wondering what fortunes

lie underneath.