Vines

I dream

Of ripping up vines

It clarifies

The mess of my mind

In the back

Of the garage

On the shelf are the tools

To remove it

To make sense

The before and after

To release

And then to gather

A tree

To remedy disaster

Vine climb over vine

Leather gloves

Pull at the roots

Every finger

Feels like it's breaking

Knees

Pressed to the earth

In a pray-er

That's never been spoken

To make sense

The before and after

To release

And then to gather

A tree

To remedy disaster

Vine climb over vine

The earth will be

the essence of me

to shape shift

a meditation

The vine

That chokes out the light

The last word

In the wind

To make sense

The before and after

To release

And then to gather

A tree

To remedy disaster

To release

And then to gather

To make sense

The before and after

Vine climb over vine