Ask a busy person

a beckoning 

maze 

can't faze a razor's 

edge

no matter how

 crazed

and

dazed

the play's the thing

she stays

hackles raised

just a phase

malaise

weighs almost nothing 

in the larger scheme of things

meaningless 

praise

slays

the best of days....

feel the blaze

gaze

amazed

Tree

roots reach into earth

deeper than any shovel

no matter the strength of the back

wielding it

thirsty

seeking anchorage in an underground

ocean

feeding teeming, ceaseless movement

wild

tenacious

flexible

branches reach into sky

intricate twist, turn  and shiver

upwards, outwards

 awesome

shocking impossible symmetry

flicker(s)

shelter(s)

cradle(s)

deeper than any blue

no matter the heat or  cold of  sun

 greeting their thirst
 seeking fire

as definite and safe 

as its necessary distance

trunks hover

with bark the only skin they know

their precious ache

keeping earth and sky

together

and

apart

rings of ages listen and wonder at the threshold 

of

in-between