Family Tree

Roots intertwine with earth
in my ancestral forest.
One moss sodden oak,
eight sturdy branches,
one hundred sixteen
limbs -my refuge!

-manifestation-

Some limbs have broken,
others litter the ground,
waiting, deteriorating,
clinging to each day.
In time...
they too will die, then vanish,
leaving a bounty of new birth,
creating intricate sub-divisions
of future descendants.

-reverence-

Gazing at the infra-structure,
amazed at its grandeur.
Intoxicated, I stand mouth agape,
peering through to tree top.

-oblivious-

I am the target
to a chock full crow
whom feasted on my naivety
and has now made his nest...
in my family tree.