The Birch Resolved


The Birch Resolved

My leaves turn the other cheek, 
Soaking up

Someone’s sunlight that laughs as it drifts
Between

All my gaps and these wide open cracks. Where 
Branches

Reach, clasped in choke-hold paths. Nested 
And nestled

Between praying palms, not yet engraved by any
Loving

Hand. No Initials or promises of forever for roots
Anchored

In this shadowed place. Tongues tasting earth where Momma
Still

Speaks. Pointing out foolishness like flecks of dust, offering
Nothing

To aid. Instead, asking only why my mind don’t
Got no

Sense. You told me nature made me so. Nature made me
so,

But Damn that Woodpecker. Don’t he know I’m already full
Of holes?

Hollowed out right. Down and out right. I’d shake him if I could
Bristle

Splinters and sharpened leaves. I’d hang closed signs from each arm
And leg

But I’m bowed, bound in bark and he got all the bite. Standing so still
I stay,

Hoping the swollen skies will take pity and let down showers
 Of Whiskey

Or worse. Water no longer Nurtures
This thirst.

As I stand begging the sun to sink behind tomorrow’s 
Cold

Shoulder. Where he will migrate, leaving me to my
Never-

Mind. Leaving me with a piece of it at least. Nature
Made me

So. Nature made me, so I bow and am bound in this bark to give
Every last bite.

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