This tree spoke into the evening haze,
bridging boundary breezes,
talking in and out of clamouring leaves.
Its cloak the length of light, depth of dark,
walking between breaths and the waking hunger’s spark,
as grown centuries lullabied progress.
This tree called us to once-known wonders,
pressed weightless time into its bone pile,
absorbed our surrender into Saturn’s rings –
dragged our soul upwards into solar beings.
Tree Talk (C)SarahActon2017