Trees

A forest of trees leaning in different directions— intertwining their legs, their arms, their brown necks stretched. They trapped me, comforted me, gave me fruit when I was hungry. I patiently stayed there, satisfied with the burning in my heart, watching their hands of leaves, their extended boughs. I was fed full many times, and I didn’t care what they whispered or what they would do if I stayed. I was there even when it drizzled and when it rained. I stayed there with no worries. I watched them steadily and silently moving as if they were not moving at all, and it appeared there was no time in that space. Every movement and every touch amplified love— The morning dew on their arms, the smell of honeysuckle, flowery perfumes spilled in the air, and how could I forget? The soft caress of wind moving against my flesh. How can I get the thought of being there out of my mind? How can I ever forget? In the middle of their arms, their legs, their stretched bodies wrapped around me. There, where love trapped me. 1994