I’m a tree

in my orchard of moods

suspended in time

introverted

I’m moved by the gust of wind

calmed

by soundless sound

rooted I taste life

with the language of metaphysics

bark-free naked

with crushed interior

shrouded in the mystery of duration

stained glass of leaves

in the cathedral of roots

moved by touch

of untouchables

among people

in the middle of existence

I’m a tree