Tree as Cosmos

I have my words
    my talismans
        my shamans

but before you
    out of space
        out of time

I lay down
    your smooth bark
        the curve of your words

as you lie
    sacred in time
        I caress your skin

we speak in air
    in blue leaves hissing
        beneath us your tendrils

weave a trace in time
    so old   so old
        I am young within you

as tiny as a notch
    in your gravid bark
        and I hear you

patient   as I speak
your name
Manniferous   manifest  magnetic

you have your own alphabet
    a syntax of   old Gods
        I will learn you

curator of memory
    consecration of time
        studded with stars

stay with me.


© Kate McNamara, 2020