i am never lighter than when i hold tight onto a tree,
press my head close and feel the strong fiber circles
deep; syrupy wet cellulose.
it can be still and safe then.
pull smooth green bark twigs to my lips; consider
quietly with my tongue;
whisper hi, hi, hi, hi,
tell me about being
all the mom voices on the phone are almost crying,
want to be crying but won't, i absorb them
into my black hole of holding