the through way
imagining what bark would feel like for skin
a humid mist goes unnoticed,
touching your cheeks with cherry.
the lush walls of a terrarium,
sprout with lilac berry.
divided are the doors beside,
stretched out, with intricate vary.
a rush, past, push, fast,
people pool through wary.
sat in the shade of an oak tree high,
waiting for a pass.
that meets them with an entry way,
at last, to recast, the contrast,
but inside those walls, a thickness brews,
the oil spill blurs, blues, bruising, hues.
the radiant pain takes entry to the glasshouse.
you rise, notching your eyes,
feeling they’re outsized by the tears you devise.
breaking, shaking, knees weak, aching.
moving toward the through way, no exit.
gasped, farce pulls you back, unshackle.
the unholy abandonment of life unsettled.
met with rays that bleach you anew.
the only sound a sigh,
the technicolour wavy world designed to hide.
intricate layers of ecology, you’re earthed.
sunken roots now extrude from your feet
terrain becomes you, a vibration begins.
mother starts to radiate within.
you feel it now, the beat of belonging.
look back to the scramble of people, foregoing.
the ultimate task of a healer appears, like velvet gracing your new trunk extruding ears.
you develop layers of corrugated roots, take sleep in the shade of a new bark suit.
eucalyptus sprouts, there on the open plain,
you’ve become one again, now sensing universal pain.
all your energy focused,
sway, stay, still, silence.
with a question that looms from the extent of your existence pushed through all organisms and back: is the refracted pain, furry, and rage, transcended with the screaming kindness of an evolutionary push to sprout, reroute, cast, a vast land, that is just...