seeing the forest
is an impossible task
for a gal who's adapted
to seeing the trees.

what's wrong
about seeing the micro,
anyhow?

what's wrong
about inspecting
the obvious?

the forest,
he is constant.
the critter
(on the limb
of that very tree
in that so big forest)
is not so constant.

like the forest,
my bones remain.

like the tree,
i grow
and grow
and even grow again,
until my growth is complete.

and then,
the trees
(around me)
they grow
and grow
and they even grow
(past my own growth)
(sometimes)
until their growth is complete.

and we all seed
and cycle
and revert to the dirt
and stretch to the sky

and revert to the dirt.