Tuur Verheyde
Bark-bind
Bound in the loop,
Here I am again,
Walking the known
Paths. Palimpsest
Of well-aimed treads,
Hushing Host, Hinge
Herald, I come to you
To find my Goddess,
To start my scribbles,
To mute my mind-pour.
Now, wearied by turning,
I look across these trees
For something else, for
Some miracle tucked in
Sleepily between your
Cloven bark. Bowers,
Burst and give birth
To your untold tallies,
Your wry recounting.
Bark-bind, break and
Deliver me the fierce
Beyond.
