Let me rest among these giant souls that stand
where trees once stood.
Here, greens break into blacky-blues and dragonflies
and dusts of beetle dung grow old withal.
Let me rest among the salmonberry and the tumblewood
of cotton, ash and hemlock, fir and cedar.
And let the wind stir of pine above the fall reawaken me
in early greens and sapling dress, anon.
This poem is an allegory. Published in: “souls arriving” 2006 as title “Tumblewood”: “Between Music and Dance” 2013: “Letter to the White Imbongi” 2013: “The Footprint Press” 2014: “3201 e’s” 2018.