they vanished into the branches of paper
became a comma forgotten in a line
rain splashed the book and the words became blurred;
                                                                                                                                                                          finally together as a whole

he became a dreary puddle
sucked their hands into his whirlwind
consumed a mind for the very first time
                                                                                                                                        he needed them like the wind needs the trees

the branches twirled and lost their form
his newfound scripture was now divine
parents cried out asking for their children back
                                                                                                                                                        but only one emerged from the bark

fireflies lie dormant on the tip of his leaf
this collective spirit a dilating pupil
roots grew while branches mangled
                                                                                                                                                                      the creature no longer a tree

last night I cried for the very first time
and tears of sap leaked out of our eyes
a calm depression overtook my soul
                                                                                                                                                          as I was enveloped by the branches