Political versus Symbolic

Let's say we were frames
That you fit
Within a frame
And that I fit too

You would be polished pewter
The door knob the shower handle
The mirror above the water faucet
A political frame

I would be the tree outside
Dry branches roots thirsting
Leaves falling everywhere
A symbolic frame

Things could be
Astoundingly simple
Just open the door
Just let the water run

It requires too much time
To turn the handle
The dry branches
Have no more meaning left

Mirrors crack
Faucets stop
Doors close
Pewter rusts

Branches break
Roots shrink
Leaves fall
Trees die

Everything becomes
A frozen frame
Frames holding
Our disintegrating forms