a garden: at its center is a tree
which wraps the garden
in its entirety.
its roots run deep,
some say to molten core
while some insist they exit the far side
to suck the juice of a Southern Cross
while its sweet and sour blossoms
on this respiring side of dust
reach and bloom beyond the north pole star
and meet the end of far in parts
too distant to be seen
even as we wake or break, to give or take,
here and now, in time and space,
the baits of love
or snake
Jim Culleny
3/27/17
Blink 