Search Party

there’s a tree no one really knows where it is or, instinctively, they know where it is but they can never quite find it when they search let me begin again there’s a tree in our imaginations it holds a key the beginning of a key the pieces held scattered in fruits that bow the branches toward the ground the pieces fit together if you can find them all if you can puzzle out its shape the pieces held in hand are light as sunrise but their weight tormented the tree the one in our imaginations you recall released unburdened the tree will rise for you reveal the door within the peeking roots with a gleaming locked doorknob the key won’t fit within that is to say the key you’ve pieced together is not the key but once you’ve tried to fit it to the door you’ll remember the last time you had this same tree dream touch your fingers to the knob and enter