when the trees dance

when the leaves flip around on the ends of their branches

the branches that swing about bending at the nodes

when the trees dance like this

i know myself to be one.

a tree that shakes from the tremors of mystery

my branches are boneless arms caught in an infinite updraft

yet my leaves will only leave me with the change of season

and in the winter my branches sag to the ground, like worn out knees.

there are corns which grow from my feet

i call them my hopeless roots and i drag my feet to the store to buy cream.