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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The Moon in Disguise

The other night
I saw a glow
The moon in disguise
As a face in the night

They see a star
A dot in the freckled sky
But I have a telescope
So I see a supernova
The weight of all of my sins
Written in platinum
Back to back on one piece of paper
A feather on those nights

Snow
To hide the hide of the wolf in me
Ink
To write the word that is me
A hole
Where I’ll hide when I crumble
A ground
Where I’ll lay when I’m a brown leaf

My wings have regrown
Made of green light
Take sudden flight
My dear moon in disguise.

Some People Rise at Night

In the night
The lonely wind dances with the leaves
Of the sleeping trees of the woods.
There lies a creature underneath.

 

Raise your head,
Resting creature
From the soil you were planted in.
You are not a worm
So why do you insist
On crawling the Earth?
You have wings
Why do you keep them
Like an anchor
Tied in a bundle on your back?
If even a rock moves with time
Why are your feet stuck together?
Everybody knows what they want
But do you know what you need?

 

Get the smell of rain and wet ground
Out of your nostrils,
Brush the dirt
Off your stained body
And look up at the black clouds of tonight.
Watch the crescent moon
Sail to the other side of the sky,
Perhaps tomorrow night
Someone will look up and see you
Flying next to the midnight moon.

The Escalator

We are placed
At the base
Of a downward running escalator.
Grey metallic mechanism
Buzzing and clinking as it runs
Into the ground.

 

Nobody quiet knows why
We begin to climb
Against the tide of this contraption,
But we do
With so much power.
We override it and climb
Higher, higher,
Each step more assured than the last.
And the escalator quickens
But our feet are still young and strong
We beat it,
And up we go.

 

Past the midpoint
Huffing and puffing
Every step, three breaths.
At the top now
We can see the last stair,
There it cascades down and is replaced by a sister from behind
And the sight of the end
Gives us a bite,
We realize
We had never considered where we were going
We had just climbed and climbed,
Where does the escalator end?
What is at the top?
But it’s too late for questions now
Make a final dash, we can do it,
To the finish line.

 

But Oh
What is this?
Our muscles are weakened
Our body has aged
And now the escalator it seems
Is finally winning
And we go down
And down
Back towards the ground
Slowly at first
And then at a pace to rival a diver
And the bottom is near
And now the bottom is here
We are back where we started.

 

We are placed
At the base
Of a downward running escalator.
Grey metallic mechanism
Buzzing and clinking as it runs
Into the ground.

 

Nobody quiet knows why
We begin to climb
Against the tide of this contraption,