I wish you to be my
Poet tree
And shelter me when I’m gone.
You’re standing here now,
Needles and boughs whispering evening songs.
I wish you to be my
Sentinel tree,
Drinking in dew by my grave.
I wish you to be my
Humorous tree, your tickling roots causing waves
Of laughter of spirit, and comfort in death,
A partner to guide my way through
That magic transition from life to what’s left
When this rental agreement comes due.
I wish you to be my
Partner who’s free
To marry my consciousness now.
I wish you to be
Reincarnated me,
My atoms reborn in your boughs.
