#2150 - your tree

 

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your tree       

for Johanna, at Port

 

what a tree!

and morning to catch light

 

every way branches

hollow and frond

 

breezes made

while you wait

 

rely on them

 

all so arranged

 

I think it’s a welcoming

when nights have dreamt

 

who wouldn’t live in it?

 

here you are

leaf green as wide

as if a sky

 

and night’s another mystery

human as the rest

 

so much and still unknown, your tree

not just one, but a forest

 

when you wake to it each day

must know that you belong

 

it’s a kind of unworld, escape

and yet a universe expanding

 

voices for a beckon

brief as creature up and gone

 

I watch a moth weave through this air

I hear the several songs

 

absent myself from thought a while

from words

and everything to do

 

it’s been a bit of a climb down

but isn’t this where we’re from?