Greening now the tree queries me
“How will you be on earth? As you are in heaven?
Rooted in the mystery
from surfacing, from breaking through to freedom.”
My maple mentor
reminds me that we
We share this – even while
she coaxes me to be where I am
these roving roots that skip me, spin me, ski me, kneel me
across earth’s girth.
I slip across the land while my sister keeps watch,
firm on terra firma,
she teaches me to be where I am
even while my
where whirls on
in its way.