4.12.13 It's Always Like This

It's always like this

the ruby Maple florets

offering up some

potent dreamsong of

summer days when the

entire maple leaves

full grown

well attached

do now cover the tree

generating chlorophyll

digesting sunlight

engendering processes of

oxygen, carbon dioxide, their

stems and branches, the

quiet deep rootlets 

aspiring to
this width and breadth 

of the tap root itself

stolid, powerful, while

dark rich soil anchors

such complex life

beneath all our days and our

driving to work or our

sometimes confused wakenings

early in the morning, saying

                                      “Oh, right, I am this person and

                                       oh, yes, this is my life",

                                       twisting about to check the 

                                       familiarity of the 

                                       bed clothes, the 

                                       weight of the cat 

                                       pressed into you while
outside the bedroom wall the 

aged Maple 

stands by your side

abuzz with the potency of 

another rendered Spring