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 …