A trunk by itself is nothing

Concentric circles locked in place

Big zeros and little zeros

Marking time, polarizing space

But add branches, add a few twigs

Limbs reaching out, gathering in

And the trunk packs for a journey

Birds come, rain falls, sunlight tarries

Mother Gaia knows the way home:

Tower arising from Earth’s darkness

Citadel built from last night’s rain

Her leafy arms lift to the sky

How can this be asks the raven

Earth and sky walking the same road,

Building a way for each other?

And bright wings rise: dark greeting light.