Again,

through Time’s curious weave,

I see

the tree sees me.

And we might agree,

could we align the speeds

at which,

individually,

we live and breathe —

stretch my own,

perhaps,

accelerate the tree’s —

when next we meet,

we might take our ease

and speak.

Heart to heart,

soul to soul,

hand to leaf.

 

— C.Birde, 5/16