We searched ourselves the light in a single, beautiful flower climbed many trees swinging on their branches with grace previously undiscovered secure and loved alone to somewhere special then down and discovered anchors much deeper and different as we swung in unusual ways using our eyes with acuity straining our ears worshipping our selves an empty seat in our trunk just sat down or stretched out a hand onto the well-worn timber with new tools of the spirit both power drills and needle and thread we wove something intensely individual and incomparably indescribable our trees the same perhaps doubting occasionally in a breeze but never now a gale our pencils our books and envelopes and began
