2. The Language of Trees
I want to speak through roots, tendrils
that creep through concrete and frozen dirt
straight to your underground heart
I want to stand silent and stern
under hailstorms and blizzards
naked, unafraid, simple and fierce
I want to feel you moving toward me
down deep where it’s still warm
but no tongues can burn us
Feel you around me — unheard
music, blind prayer
