when the great light of the

Sam Tuck

when the great light of the sun
melted beyond the blue mountains
I used to climb your branches
to get a second look
but now
I burrow deep between your roots
Searching for the light
weaving new clothes out of bark that smells
of something ancient
making a space for us there
in the darkness
mycelial mats offer respite
the musty smell of humus pillows
relax me into breath
once again
the silence here
bursts your eardrums
with the truth
we are powerless without each other
we have become so alone
in the midst of great crowds
steadfast in the face of all things
she grows
as above so below
the trees and I breathe together
and laugh
a great sigh of relief

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