One— God the tree and I —
Feminine and masculine nature.
In love become branches, stories…
Honey to the bee.
Sting of death: A sincere part of everything,
mountains, galaxy…
The way it transforms, reestablishes connections.
Earth, flesh, fish in the sea.
Universe – A trunk full of treasure.
God —the wind before the tree:
Color me, please, an orange leaf —
I want to fall into seasons,
veins accelerated with the blood of life,
though never into time’s unending cruelty.
M e m o r y
You in the womb—
Heart beating.
Soil’s rich history, nutrients,
enthusiastically expand our roots.
When I am the bark, hardest on, “Myself,”
—forgetting…
Grow a forest inside of my heart.
Remind me I am you,
to be soft sapwood beneath.
Innately understanding generations,
external, internal.
Home to a bird, a squirrel rushing
to safety along my waistline.
Let it all be a rainstorm. Stars.
Grass green with wisdom beneath.
I am all of these things…
Gravity’s soul – A blossom
Crown sturdy upon her head.
Boy taking cover in the shade,
about to climb his destiny.
-Maria Pisciotta-DellaPorte ©2016 All Rights Reserved
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