Tree

Having walked through
many colors and smells,
Nights with teeth,
Afternoons thick with sun,
just now
I am tired,
of moons and wet rocks,
of the weight of your body hunger,
of food that taste like horse feed,
of foods that taste good
and make me fat.
Some part of me is always
Tree,
wet and dry,
light and dark,
long earth toes,
bright sky fingers,
slightly new
with leaves,
quiet
without leaves,
always standing
awake.

14 February 1977 English 222