Everlasting Circle
rest
me
in a
birch-wood box
hidden amid roots –
where tendrils of a greenwood tree
draw me up through bark canals towards the leafy crown
the
leaves
and I
will embrace,
photosynthesise
breathe out oxygen to the air –
I may navigate the globe or travel into space
you
may
one day
remember –
taking a deep breath –
although I won't recognize you –
that I could be an atom within the air you breathe
