April 1 - Trees

Tree 

I thought to
swing from your
mighty limbs
cool breezes
rustling leaves
plunging down
a quick jerk
a final snap
cinching the knot
that would untie
a lifetime of hurt
that steel wool
couldn't scrub off
a heart been
cracked clean in two
in those tender years
that burned a wound
so deep that every
day was the drowning
season in its depths

Sitting so high
above the earth
with forehead
resting to
rough bark
humming a few
bars of the only
song in church
that ever made sense
swing low
sweet chariot
coming for to
carry me home

But this is now
and the only
thing a tree will
eat this day
is the kite so
inextricably
tangled in her branches
Swing low
sweet chariot
I drop from the limb
returning to the earth
cause
kites are cheap