Neville

Tree of Souls

Tree of Souls

 

While each

stout branch

of the tree of souls

casts

heavy shadows

all around

But oh’ so

very lightly …

Those self-same

swollen,

stricken limbs

dance blind ..

Clutching air

and raising

questions long

not asked …

But always asking

them politely

Who teaches

baby birds to sing

and why do

starlings murmur

Who turns

the stars on each

night ..

and why do lovers

rarely

want to sleep

Yet babies

almost always

choose to slumber …