memories in my skin lie preserved
back here, old haunt;
the haunting place of others
against the bark of Old Tree
its scarf; tendrilling Ivy
creeping, creeping
cooing, cooing as to a babe in the twilight
drawing me in as if I am
I suppose to Old Tree, I am …
in a whisper … I am …
Ivy extends
reaching for my trunk
uproot me
dredge it all up
transmute me into parts
new tidings for Old Tree, that
mottled pine trellis with
roots mingled with
the matters of many beneath long solid soil;
Ageless Conduit.
Ivy beckoning the network
halcyon offering; folding in and in
wand’ring
a messenger
weaving
minding
replicating
mining
for a
DNA
homecoming.
It’s a promise.