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.