#2415 -- life is a tree

 

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12.viii.26

life is a tree

 

always was

 

a tree where I’m not

and a tree where I am

 

fingers of light fell through

 

a sky lit day, night

more than one

but many

 

so the seasons for the record

 

so a city is these ruins made

 

life is a tree however

 

saw myself, puddle up

 

we, too

a voice lost

 

claws gone

in among branches

 

see the brickwork, paint gone

 

a song like smoke

just a breeze to take home

 

we will build another tree, they say

 

who’ll see through how?

 

a tree was always there

 

some come from it, bow

as limbs to a breeze

and gather

 

all that is lost

to the air

to soil

 

sometimes out of the crack in a cliff

from nowhere

thin as air

 

the seed puts out

with gravity

rises as it falls

 

life is a tree

shows how to become

 

a pause and the rings run round

 

the very stars in awe

 

a tree shines

in the hours unkept

 

shows what it is to be