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