Day 222: Wood

∴

tip.drip.step.drop.

come rain,
don’t stop,

fill me to the brim
with buoyant, bulging, ancient force,
loosen grafted limb.

the root

is stretching,

‘twasn’t meant to be a tree.

forge me,
craft me,
cut me,
carve me,

set me on the sea.

o earth,
give way,
the ocean rises.

not
all barks
are grounded prizes.

divining rods
as saplings hide.

the moon,

governs swelling tides inside.

salt and spray,

no bath belay,

for i’ve been made of wood.

∴

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