Tree Fingers

Paulina Perlwitz

Bend or break over pieces of yourself

It’s all written in you

It’s all scribbled and scratched

Climb through cobwebs of your brain

Seep through cuts and gashes

Blood is your nectar

Picture of the Earth

Crumblings

But the moon is soft and heavy

Light over us

I wish such splendid wishes for us

I left a train of crumblings

Pieces of myself – stale nectar, spiders

Now I am ready (I am ready!)

So easy so easy

I wish it was

So breathe into the sky and create

Your own cloud of love

So count the bridges you’ve crossed

So hold the pieces

So understand your own dust

Trees see it all-

They know yet they are silent to us

They bend or break in their own winds,

See us through lifetimes

Through births

And deaths

Through winters and springs

They are God’s secrets

They are steadier than us in the wind

Our stories are written inside the roughness of their bark.

You can tell me your secrets

I will understand the chippings of your wood

And my roots will grow into yours

(we will rise from the soft earth)

Let your tree fingers brush mine…….