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The Fig Tree – a poem by Mark Tulin – Amethyst Review

The Fig Tree It’s the biggest fig tree in California People get off the train to take pictures of it Children play around its shady umbrella Animals burrow inside its mammoth confines —  amethystmagazine.org/2019/05/13/the-fig-tree-a-poem-by-mark-tulin/

The Fig Tree – a poem by Mark Tulin


It’s the biggest fig tree in California
People get off the train to take pictures of it
Children play around its shady umbrella
Animals burrow inside its mammoth confines
The sky rains on it and the sun gives it light
The homeless have a place to shelter
Its ecological system is vast
Its branches extend a full city block
Its roots are written in calligraphy
It can ask the eternal question
It spreads open like the book of answers
It transcends nature and primordial man
It is the symbol for a universal sisterhood
It is the Tao
It understands the way.
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I am an author, poet, humorist, and short story writer living in Long Beach, California. I write about various topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia to my years as a family therapist and finally to my soul-searching in California. These are poetic narratives that may have humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry and stories resonate with you. My books include Magical Yogis, Uncommon Love Stories, Awkward Grace, Junkyard Souls, and Rain on Cabrillo.

10 comments on “The Fig Tree – a poem by Mark Tulin – Amethyst Review

  1. Annika Perry's avatar

    Wow! A stunning tree and terrific poem taking in all the elements of the tree and what they ultimately stand for. Love it!

  2. Liz Gauffreau's avatar

    Congratulations on your publication in Amethyst Review. I particularly appreciate the message of “The Fig Tree” at this point in time because for the path month or so, every time I drive to work, I’m seeing great swaths of trees being cut down (or should I say decimated, destroyed?). It hurts me every time I see it.

    • Mark Tulin's avatar

      Thank you, Liz. Yes, it is sad to see that. Here in Santa Barbara there’s more appreciation for trees. There’s a big Oak that grows in the middle of an iHop. For the most part, shops and homes are built around the tree.

      • Liz Gauffreau's avatar

        I wonder if the fact that our trees aren’t as old as those in California might have something to do with it. New Hampshire and Vermont were all forest before the first settlers came and cleared most of the forests for farming. The farms petered out, people left, and the forests reclaimed the land. Now we’re clearing back to cutting down the forests again.

      • Mark Tulin's avatar

        Sounds cyclic. Santa Barbara is one of those little cities that never seems to change, sometimes to a fault.

  3. D. Wallace Peach's avatar

    Loved the poem, Mark, and the way it slowly expands on the tree’s significance – like the spreading canopy. Wonderful photo too

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