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.