Untouched
from here, under this tree, I watch the world
watching and wanting the world I see
leaning on this tree, feeling it under me
papery bark softens under my hand
peels away to bring in the newest of itself,
falls away to smooth.
Branches hug in lowering circles
snatch at the world they cannot hold
I am in it, I am in it, I am in it
the world holds me too
I fall away to smooth
am softened to belong
I am butter under the tree
melted from endless circles around
I am soaking into the ground.
the limbs lower their circles to clutch
I am held in my place
but not touched.
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