Tree Pose

tree-pose

Tree Pose

The forest owns her
the ground anchors her
she doesn’t resist.
Her legs and feet
are stumps and logs
welded to her trunk.
Her hair rises to the clouds
that circle her top
and her fingers turn to leaf buds
at the ends of moving branches.
Swaying midst the rhythmic clacking
of greenery dried brown
She begins to hum and move her branches
up and up and up
Rain patters onto the forest floor
and her soles suck it up and feed it
to her shaggy, barky body
as her toes curl into the loamy soil
growing down and down and down
turn to tendrils that root in the earth
and make a home there.

This is called Tree Pose

©Carole Fults

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3 thoughts on “Tree Pose

  1. Rene May 30, 2014 / 9:28 pm

    Love it. I’m a tree!!! ♡♥♡♥♥♡♡♡

  2. of-the-essence blog June 13, 2014 / 5:58 pm

    Damn I love this poem. I seem to remember this tree, as well? The sound of the clacking and humming, the reaching with bud-fingers, and then the shaggy barky body which I myself completely relate to, wow. (I wanna use this poem in my yoga/hiking/writing workshops, with attribution of course!)

  3. Uncle Tree June 18, 2014 / 1:24 am

    Taken! I love this! 🙂 Good idea – great write!

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