Planting trees out of the grief
In Memoriam Robert Creeley
Rob loved the woods when he was a kid. It felt like home. It felt like living a wild childhood, not depressed by a puritan upbringing, regulated by the watch hands of antique minds narrowing the young boy's imagination. There, he was close to himself. Apart from school and hostile kids who teased him for his outer appearance that suffered from a bad body posture and suddenly his face, marked by a glass eye.