The Tree that is me
is on fire
& burning
The birds fly away.
I could have been
a Red Floatboat
out on a blue lake.
I could have been a chair
or a table -- could have been
stable.
I could have held water
and been green
& soaring higher & farther
& reaching everyone
in my growing arms.
I could have rooted myself
& never moved, well planted
in the earth
I could have stood here
forever, gaping, wide.
But it took YOU -- took your desire
to ignite me entirely -- setting my forest on fire.