#439 - I am the trees'

 

12.3.21

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I am the trees’

 

am so sung

let light through fingers in

wing closest to the heart

I am

 

rough as the jungle and fur from

once had such heights

and swing, grab, tenderly

 

days of a language lost

the years away

so suckle

 

and ‘my how you have grown’

seasons till

times and I’ve been tricked to stone

 

seas blue

a fringe of mangrove

this is the worlding one

 

not brick upon the pile

but saprise

overgrows my skies

 

I am overdue at last and

I am returning the book

 

now delving up or on the hop

webs indoors

 

say shaded

sheltered from

 

let a breeze through where

and visited in weather

 

I am the trees’

who else’s?

 

just these few steps under

I mean in the sense of belonging

am

 

down climbed from

have a tune to

tree chiming

for a swing an dip

 

am lit on branches

cast shadows myself

limbs stretch, lengths to go

on little fins to lift and sting

 

sup from the cup that is bole

 

under bark

come mazedly

 

out at the dripline crawl

 

fernly moist

and unseen deeps

 

and here I mean the crown

my delving

carnival thereof

 

am more ancient than a self

a part

 

I threw a roof and walls

beckon climate

march on castles

 

open to all otherwise

and carrying across

 

and whose are you

to snout with, where?

 

someone has wronged horribly

no matter, stand worse

 

I’m the inching

rings run round

 

call dry, call wet

and here’s the cold

here you read the drought

 

years of our crude calendar

something like the tree’s the truth

 

it’s real and soil soon too

the scribble down

will be again

 

out smoke

pale atmosphere

 

tree is the cloud’s

has sky grip

 

scampivanter

branches up

cooee and I’m coming

 

see tree is inventing

time in itself

 

not a sound inside

but all voices gather

 

fine hairs of the billions come so far

diaphany of wings and where

 

tree is my listening under as well

there isn’t a clock in the inkling

but here is the cast of day’s parts

 

comes large like the window we’re in

 

lit with

 

who’ll see the avenue’s first light?

who’ll notch and catch?

who’ll rope the ladder?

 

in cleft and prisoned

magic craft

and so the stars come otherwise

 

look!

 

leaf to leaf

landing

here on Earth

 

some ones in the trill and joy with which

 

I am returning the book

 

a tree is full of flight