For our dis•articulations collaboration, Donna gave Terry four writing prompts. Terry engaged in fevered writing with each of them and gave the results back to Donna, who then used the words from that fevered writing to create this dis•articulations poem.
What the trees know
Once you were bird float and tree song,
cloud mouth pressed to sky, no desire
but light. You were spirit teased from
time and its beautiful hooks, matter
loosed and crooning in the mirrored
night. It’s said we were kicked out,
bleeding into cities, jailed and judged
without wonder. But beloved,
I have glimpsed you gazing into
narcissus and manzanita,
changed by the thought of escape.
You home to the big old trees,
giving yourself over to God and his
armies of leaves, to birds spreading
down layettes on the concrete banks
of rivers. Our nature is to want,
to try, to balloon into yearning,
but beloved, be still, be faithful
only to now. You are moon and air
and lover. Freed, you are only expanse.