After the dusty tablet I know my core again The hard oak Life of the two of you. I have dreamt of leaving you behind, When my feet are your roots My belly your bark and bulk. The elemental can only be revered. How easily I would be felled Without this dense love, Without the sacred trees Of the two of you. How useless my wild dreaming otherwise.

The white cactus flowers Press against the window pane Strange like my heart Against this glass Monitor yearning To be under a sun Flashing off snow That freezes Down to the root.