MUSING WITH A TREE

 

Leaves dance and flutter

     dance and flutter

          and dance,

 

tiny embryos afloat

in trees’s breezy

amniotic fluid.

 

Sky’s bright.      A cerulean

uterus,

 

      Glittering.

 

A vast mothering stage

choreographs

the afternoon.

 

PREGNANT

 

and ready

for leaving,

 

you turn from

afloat to afoot         

 

fleeing----

 

             leaves dance and flutter

                dance and flutter

                     and dance

 

       in a strange pile of soot,

 

     these articulated roots, twisted

          in our saturated grieving,

 

Where We burn

  entranced

 

and           still

         We

                       dance and flutter

                                                        flutter and dance