Dreaming the Tree

A tree in the air, a tree in the sea:
madrone muscled, lithe in its limbs,
kelp in a forest of reaching and falling.

The sleeper shivers silver:
a school of birds, a flock of fish.
Light sleets orange gold fronds,
leaves bubble in a current of wind.

Below the flow of light,
the drift of beings,
dark slopes down.
Down past tree branch kelp, 
bird flecked fish, 
an entrance to dark
to deep.

—Sarah Webb

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