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