Cling To This Wood

In silence, a gaze skyward, Where a myriad toppling Glitters of sun dusts dance. Behind clutch of hands, Or is it bark, befuddled. Head resting, obliterated words, Come! stumbled form Forget! lips and sound. Remember! legs entwined, Hold tightly! from behind, As if bark on the ground. One hand lifts a palm Raised to the sun, shut down Tired eyes. Thoughts disjointed Remember the name, a name. Tree oh tree, it is the same, Remember me, this sore Body was once cogitative. Give in, fuse! Cling to this wood as final. Hear a distant name, Faint familiar sound, same As once called, a wall Plummet into the sun Too bright, a hand closes softly painful eyes. Rumble of voices far away too close by Hands tear twigs and twines, Branches and leaves. Inside something grieves, And hears: it will be fine. Safe from my tree, can’t stay. Tree, oh tree, they set me free! *** Februari 1, 2017