overlapping herself

she stood by the sprawling roots
looking up
first at each branch and its tributaries
then through them
lapping the wind
and overlapping.
she meant to move through them
having hands laid on
green, dark, light.
instead she sent her sigh up
through the rippling hosts
and let her toes thread the grass.

june 12, 2007

it's taking time

things that take time:
tea
wine
mail
feeling the difference

june 12 2007