A Vision of Judas

The light was too harsh 
in the South. All day 
I sat beneath that tree 
growing darker and darker 
until I was all shade. 

                  Looking up he saw 
                  the feet dangling . . . 

I left without a trace. 
Now miles from that tree, 
no water, no rope, 
just this one leaf left 
to hold up to my face.