Treehugging in the genetic environment
I have a son
he is so beautiful
and lonely like a tree
that grows in a far corner
of cosmic serendipity
he wears a crown
of branches in a twist
bejeweled stormy green
at times a wind will house there
to vent his weird and gripe and keen
a dappled light
a fragmentatious shade
draws alien tales to swing -
at his roots the angels gnaw
and in his boughs the devils sing
I go there oft’
and put my ear against
his trunk and listen close
my fingers fathom writing
in grooves of bark - whose words are those?
his hieroglyphs
spell whispering a script
that yearns discovery
yet I am not the reader
his meaning safe in secrecy
I just hug him and hug him
future at his whim
freedom his -
I kiss
he is so beautiful
and lonely like a tree
that grows in a far corner
of cosmic serendipity
he wears a crown
of branches in a twist
bejeweled stormy green
at times a wind will house there
to vent his weird and gripe and keen
a dappled light
a fragmentatious shade
draws alien tales to swing -
at his roots the angels gnaw
and in his boughs the devils sing
I go there oft’
and put my ear against
his trunk and listen close
my fingers fathom writing
in grooves of bark - whose words are those?
his hieroglyphs
spell whispering a script
that yearns discovery
yet I am not the reader
his meaning safe in secrecy
I just hug him and hug him
future at his whim
freedom his -
I kiss