I Sat Beneath A Bodhi Tree
I sat beneath a huge tree
by Mark Heathcote
Its shape and size shaded me
As if I were its seedling
In search of nourishment
As if I were the sapling in search of light
As if I were, somehow, it's own penultimate circle
Spiralling out of control left to fulfil its last rites
Entombed, enclosed embalm-up in eternal night
Waiting for it to make space for me.
Look child at the leaf of a Bodhi tree
Look at its veins, it to be another tree
Yes, I sat beneath a Bodhi tree
As does it somewhere, shaded sits inside of me
Yes, just another seedling in search of nourishment.