The Cleave Poetry Webzine [ISSN: 1758-9223]

Tree Dream by Dennis Kelly

In submission on May 11, 2009 at 10:41 pm

Tree Dream

—for Phuoc-Tan, Diana, Jennifer & Laurie

last night—i dreamed of yggdrasil
the world tree—over on the coast
there I was—in the hoh river rain forest
by a secluded cabin—deep in the woode
i was standing—on this open porch
there with this tree—a huge thick tree
it was a douglas fir—a sky-high tree
it had crevices—with cleaves going up
thru its dark bark—heavy primitive veins
the giant douglas fir look—the world tree
unlike tall cedars—its skin corrugated
and around this fir—flying birds
crows eagles—woodpeckers seagulls
all of them feasting—engorging themselves
in the crevices and—in the old bark cleaves
I looked closer—what were they eating
thousands of slithering—singing cicadas
cicadas crawling—inching their way
up the sides—up the giant douglas fir tree
flocks of hungry birds—thousands of them
feasting themselves—all the singing bugs
the whole forest—full of wings & loudness
singing cicadas—almost deafening
and there i was—in the middle of it
the tree—the birds, the cicadas…
so that’s how—yggdrasil is me
I said to myself—slowly waking up

(First here).

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  1. Thanks Dennis for including me on your life-affirming dream. We are all Yggdrasil, if we don’t chop it down for firewood! Diana

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