what trees reach for

 

sometimes
love means
                  tomorrow
when it cannot mean today

the trees fall silent
the world stretches against the palm of my hand
            shaking rain from the ocean

once lost
we all remember the path –
    crawl down where it is safe
some days

but I cannot teach you
how to fall

just that
the oranges are sticky -
                                  bright
there is always another border to cross
and the only place you will be safe is
underwater
                              until the tide goes out

but,
        this amnesia is merciful
and you will find your own joy

and they will tell you life
is a gift
           (and I will have to agree,
because
                 you)
will see things differently