Tree of Life poemWe are all so closely connected,down in the dark where few can see.Our roots run deep,intertwined like arteries to veins. All vesselsmove life along, reaching toward the future,sunk in the past.Long ago, a tree grew in space,calling the world to itself,catching comets to crumble to loam,exhaling the atmosphere from mighty stomata,weaving the world together in its roots and branches.It sprouted the animals and all of us like over ripe fruiteach one to take a place in earth, air, orwater (poured down by the Seven Sisters.)We still hold in our memory,twining at the base of our skulls,the feeling of being truly rooted.
DeconstructionI've lived so long inside this miracle of ours,I sometimes forget to be amazedthat any one person can know and love so much of me.I spent my life building boxes within boxesto hide myself from the worldthat found me as terrifying as I, it.In exchange for acceptance, I cut out one tiny part of myselfand presented it as the whole, a living synedoche.Small as it was, they ate it right up but disliked the taste of me.But you, with eyes as embracing as the skies,you beg for more and I find there is always more to give.I've been busy deconstructing the barriers built withinto let you ever deeper in, finding fragments so covered in cobwebsthat I'd thought them long gone.With my new-found wholeness,I want to envelop you completely,blanket you with a cover of love.
BlessingSpirit is irresistible: gravity and magnetism rolled up together.It is cloaked in darkness and mystery,out of which a guiding hand, albino cracken in an inky sea, emerges.We cannot resist Spirit's machinationsas it walks widdershins around all our plans,chanting in a language eons old.Helpless, we shake in fear, held in thrallas that pale hand approaches, grasps your jaw.You're not going anywhere.Tender as a mother then, it kisses your foreheadmarking you with a doom that leaves you forever aftertrembling in the dark.