Joan Miró on the day of a felled tree
a morning fog has risen off the salish sea and fills in the new clearing where hemlock feathers stood yesterday
watching the faller scurry upward as limbs fell down towards our neighbors expansive dreams
today feels meditatives
resting those fighting fears for forests like Skidegate being burieds
i sit with a pot of green teas
watchings
this new trees
joan miró