I am
the tree
All this time I have been outside
looking at a distance : separate.
Today I touch, press its yielding
flesh, leave my finger marks
on its grooved bark,
so surprisingly soft.
If I tucked my digits into a fissure
could I prise open, lay bare
the inner flesh? Could I step in
be enwombed in an interior elder
held, subsumed, like Daphne, grow
into treeness, arms branching,
hair like twigs? My life blood sacrificed
to the sweet mystery of earth water light
streaming, streaming
19.3.2012
Join us for Private View Wed. 3rd April 6 -8
Exhibition continues daily 9-5, final day 9-1
