, , ,

He dips his head in and

then his hand until the entire body

is under and fish and snakes around

him are telling him to jump

up and become a man, but he

knows that there is

someone at the edge who needs his

help and he turns green and

dives lower until he becomes

dirt and then he rises, glorious and

unfettered like a dove or an

anointed one and she is waiting,

not knowing english or what it

is to walk, only that she is a tree,

firm and covered in snow

being cut into a bridge to cross

language and decade.