cellular

long grain cells of wood, washed down by the waves and sand

into deep

breathe,
feel the air move through your hair
over the plains of your skin
breathe
feel the air that has moved across all else
move across you
breathe
and feel it all course into you
feel it channel through your chest
and swirl in excruciating bliss
as it disperses back into itself

now who are you?

i can has hugz?

it's all i want today.

internal capacity

the journey home, or back to origin
was overwhelming bitter-sweet
filled with tears and laughter
and lifetimes of memories crossing generations.
i spent 3 days in the branches of an old growth tree
open to both the sky and the earth
feeling the sunlight and rains beat down into it.

when a tree grows,
from seed to towering sentinel
it stretches, and swells with life,
and branches to disperse itself.
as it branches, it thickens and hardens,
growing by addition
of new substances outwards
it becomes, in it's oldest extremities,
a conduit for the transmittance of life.

and i am in awe, and filling with life

blistering barnacles