You were born from a tree

Family,

Branches dances

Haunted by love

bearing fruit 

with roots 

in the darkness of the ground

We’ve waited for the leaves to grow 

from sapling relationships 

to the rain that drips 

onto your trunk

I am my grandads whistling tunes

My grandmas stitches and knitted fate 

My uncles smile

my aunts stern determination 

my own righteous indignation 

and individuality

Those contrasts sought through things that our missing

two lovers kissing 

married through the rings of time kept with the trunk of the family tree

from the care sown

all saplings are grown 

And given light if we talk through our roots 

and fungal connections and collective consciousness 

we are all

everywhere everything at once!