There is a motionless tree

There is a motionless tree
there is another that moves forward
                a river of trees
pounds at my chest
                The green swell
of good fortuneYou are dressed in red
                you are
the seal of the burning year
carnal firebrand
                star of fruit
I eat the sun in you                The hour rests
on a chasm of claritiesThe birds are a handful of shadows
their beaks build the night
their wings sustain the dayRooted at the light's peak
between stability and vertigo
                you are
        the diaphanous balance.