Come With Me to Where the Tree Lives

Close your eyes here
Open them elsewhere

 

An old lone tree
On a round green hill

 

The hill and the tree are underwater
The world is underwater

 

The water is dull silky sunlight
Brittle yellow as sulfur

 

There is an apple under the tree
But it isn’t an apple tree

 

Our shoes are on backwards here
To go forwards we must turn around

 

With our back to the tree, we walk
The smell of grass greets us

 

Our legs take us downwards up to the tree
There is no soil under the green hill

 

Only grass and grass and grass
Green grass that glitters gold in the underwater sunlight

 

The leaves and the grasses sway slowly
Dancers gathered in the breeze

 

A throne where the grass meets the roots
Sit now beneath the tree

 

There are no tongues here
We speak with our faces

 

And I don’t know how we see
But in bursts and flares of color and sound

 

Rest your head that isn’t your head
Against the timber trunk of this tree
For this is the place you will forever be.

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