To be held
by the light
was what I wanted,
to be a tree drinking the rain,
no longer parched in this hot land,
roots in a tunnel growing,
but also to shelter the inborn leaves
and the green slide of mineral
down the immense distances
into infinite comfort
and the land here, only clay
that still contains and consumes
the thirsty need
the way a tree always does shelter the unborn life
waiting for the healing
after the storm
which has been our life.