To the Trees

To the trees, which keep our lucky dreams
Alive, in whose tangled vines
And mangled boughs the Celtic myths
Writhe and twine, who shelter
Us from concrete, wires, muck,
Where we live in error,
Errands, ampersands and damp,
Waiting for those seconds
Where the traffic fades and feeds,
Where the asphalt weeds
And toiletries on filthy sinks
Are blotted up by roots and bark,
By the chances that we take
With the forest and the dark.

March 16th, 2025, Kaiholu