It’s a hackberry tree I see
settled on my back in the park
looking straight up. All it’s leaves
pointing toward me, waving as
the wind rules. Jewels of light
point through, glistening, glittering,
blinding at times. At times like this,
I desire to be hypnotized
all day long. Song birds morninging,
the yoga instructor, melodic
and hypnotic. And me?
I’m lost in the tree.