Phloem

Hold us with your lunges
In the trees, ring
Our lives with cambium,
Whose limbs are sponges
From an ancient breeze
That seeks asylum,
Drizzled through the time
And wind by xylem,
Fissures in the lacebark pine,
Drippings overheard and spun
By moonshine into birds and sun.

October 25th, 2022
Dublin