Mother Tree

Disclaimer: not a poem

Under the tree I see nothing but the leaves, 

knees tucked under and head on the rough lap of my mother, 

her barks break and tangle in my hair and into my ears.

I look up again and see her arms everywhere, 

she bears the heavens and the sky, 

for a heartbeat I could imagine there exists no stars or the sky 

but just her branches all the way up and above, a canvas of black and green. 

I understood why the Nordics thought the universe was a tree, 

beneath her my world begin and beneath her it ended. 

She seemed happy, her thousand fingers swaying in the breeze, are you hushing me to sleep?

Under the burning Sun she kisses my cheek, rains her love on me with golden leaves and blushing flowers. 

But mother where does your love go when the sun goes away? 

In the dark she's the only being, the only God and the only mercy. 

I crane my neck and look up to see her hands turn to claws and wretched things with feathers take home. 

In the dark she steals my breath and her arms smother me. 

my mother, I have no other, would you kill me before another 

sunrise?  

When the sky blushes pink at the return of her lover, 

I sit with my head on the rough lap of my mother, 

my legs tethered to her roots, buried deep.