sapling

the light lathers her dark limbs
twist and tremble like a puzzle
like a game of growth
life is a torrid affair
the pain, the leaving
the betrayal and the coming up
a sapling became a god
branches beneath the sidewalk
under the streets
she holds a city together
looks out over her queendom
of shop windows and automobiles
headed anywhere but where they began
knows our hearts
knows our unseeing ambition
remembers her roots
feels them, not as phantom limbs
but as toes and eyes
mind and Self
she has no qualms now
holds nothing against
the night
nothing but the all of her
in amnesty, majesty