Literature
Of Belonging To
This is what I belong to; the forest,
where hordes of green and yellow vines
climb up the tree, strangling him
with symbiosis, bringing color to the dull
dank woods, magic in the glimmer
of a leaf, whispering life into knots,
caressing cracks lovingly, and birthing beauty
in a place that, under those stems,
is only bark.