beneath a cluster of trees
i looked up and imagined
the most beautiful wooden house
i didn’t change a thing about the trees
instead, i thought how id change myself
how would i be a most
humble tenant of the trees?
id rather strip to my feral roots
than see these sturdy beings
be shredded into nothing more
than a suburban museum
for my hoarded collection
of cute shiny human things.

sometimes i think id rather let it all go,
and just climb a tree.