(photo credit to unknown photographer online)
I went for a visit
in a forest of old cement
I was led on top of an ancient house
only to find landing on a tree
* * *
It has branches
growing into untouchable dimensions
It has breath respiring into the cold Covid night
into the invisible gaps of time
* * *
I was perching on top of the tree
listening to the silent murmurs of the stardust
whispering the secrets of life
onto the willing skin
* * *
I, naked like a new born, gazed into the sky
I felt warm but fresh
my veins of blood and mind
like sturdy roots extending to intertwine with the tree
like two giant hands reaching out
to catch a star
falling upon my intricate nest.
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