To the Trees

I remember the trees

and their canopies

heaving with breathing.

Flecks of skyblue

glittered

through the leaves.

God was everywhere.

I try and remember now

as I sit on the floor

heaving and breathing

my quiet (despair)ation

As I eat my

small single serving

I try to

Remember

what it was.

What was it to breathe like trees?

Can you close your eyes and feel your own song?

Can you close your I's and hear its duet?

Can you follow?

Little robin sings his own Search Song.

All. Throughout. May.

He lives

(and sings)

And breathes

(and sings)

He lives alone

(but sings)

Courageously:

He is.

I am.

We are.