the light moves on the hemlock branches
slowly in time
and constantly as the branches are moved
by the air that surrounds us
and our planet
the light moves in me
as I watch it along the bark’s thick skin
all of you who have connected to me
whether you are here or not here
possibly here
or impossibly here
Earl, Bertha, Georgia, Mac,
Elinor, Sue, Ann, Steve
you move in me
like the sun slowly moving each day
disappearing and returning
and the wind
fluttering everything around me