In My Other Life, I am a Hemlock

not minding the night's indifference to day

01.06.24 - Anonymous Tree & The Cobb Building, Seattle

In My Other Life I am a Hemlock

In my other life I am a hemlock, 
my limbs sculpting prayers 

disguised as cones, transcribing
storms into love letters

written in every language;
wanting nothing but

to harbor generations
of wren, swift and swallow

to camouflage flickers
just for the sake of it

to inherit worlds from
the dust and the dirt

(thinking nothing of death
which is never death);

to stand the full course
of time's cast shadows,

not minding the night's
indifference to day,

minding nothing at all
but the uncurious mind.

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