, , ,

there aren’t leaves

on the other side, but

there are pieces of frozen

magma falling from the sky.

‘I was talking with a tree

and it stopped to cry when winter

came, but I asked it spell out

for me what

the words that bush said to

moses.  there was a pause and it

asked me if I spoke hebrew.  I didn’t

and the roots called out for me.  I asked who

I was and the living organisms in the

dirt told me that it was

strange question, that I was

a prophet, but this made me sad and

they stopped my tears with their

hands.  I asked where the hands

came from, but they were

hebrew hands and I didn’t

know what to say.’