Love or Snake



At its center is a tree
which wraps the garden
in its entirety.
Its roots run deep,
some say to a molten core
while some insist they exit the other side
and 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 ends 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 bait of love
or snake

Jim Culleny