another tree

Bony wrists and

knotted joints

pose flowered cups

and spread still capillaries

into the sky

and into the earth

inhaling water

and breathing out air

the same we breathe in

and breathing in

the same air we breathe out

although we still

dance around the earth

on mobile feet

and grow flowers of our own

in our minds

and hold life

in all our fingers

intertwining ourselves

with the sky

from afar

and thinking

always thinking

what would life be

if we were different?