Woman Tree

Woman Tree

Down the hill from me
is a tree like a woman
on her back with her legs
spread out; the tree opens
into two as it emerges
from the earth, and i wonder
as i jump through its legs

did we just do it? and
if i could go down, if i
could enter between
those two trunks,
so strong
so thick,
so open,
would i grow?
would i be torn
or made whole? would i
become the working earth
and all that lies beneath?
would i put roots down?
would i see other roots
beneath ground with
my phallic eye and
fight or welcome
with community,
eternity and water,
mud and day? would i say,

you, oh woman tree are greater
and equal to me. you, oh woman
tree, entrance me
with your mystery.