Apropos to the Trees

Concerning the trees, to which I speak

On a night such as this

I told them a story of a time when their

Branches extended all the way to my soul.

I knew their secrets as much I knew as theirs.

Their hearts beat in sync with mine.

Hand to hand, we know each other perfectly,

To the extent that the very sap of their wood

Charted its course through my veins.

Concerning this body, this physical existence

I cannot say I have not been moved.

I know pain in my own degrees.

I know that between every branch

Or every leaf

There is a hidden truth

A hidden code.

I’m next.

I know.

Soon, whatever knowledge or experience or secret I hold

Will be realized.

Or cut down,

Depending on the person who sees it first.