at the yawning hour of dawn
i saw a massive oak
her bark hardened and petrified
her womb twisted in a smiling agony

i leaned in so close
i felt her take me

and we sat together
she and i

and she said,
you are not afraid of me

and i smiled
to cover the tremor
jackhammering my throat

and i said,
let us just sit together
my shadow breathing yours
your shadow breathing mine
like the mirror of water and sky

i have tales to tell, tree
if you care to listen