While the Trees Run their Roots

these nights are the ones

i feel i'm going to die

not for despair but for a bursting heart

the trees seem happier

or at least

settling into themselves

retreated to a place I can't go

but one I've named in myself

happy for their digging,

for their search

for the dark they're enjoying,

I dance at their feet while they're gone

await their return

await their stories

and my heart swells

I pace circles around their trunks

focusing inward

see the faces

of those I love at a depth of the roots they're running

I smell the blessing of soil upon them

and corral the details of their skin and eyes and hair

to an image of thanksgiving

I jump and the heart swells further,

it storms and I call to the trees

insisting they're missing this great something

up here,

I await them

my friends in the depths of this very planet

and sing of my others

so that a grace is said

as the sun sets

and the day knows

it's welcome again tomorrow