ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 3
STORY
limbs of the tree gone astray
below now part
of a structured ground--
"understory" readable as
an organized whole
whose parts
briars seedlings foot-high plants
push past fallen leaves
and crossed sticks relentless
the new life
"inhabits the understory"
lives in a tale long abandoned
and nearly forgotten
how the tree of life grew heavy
with fruit and old could no longer
grab at heaven but shaken by storms
fell to earth and now
assembles itself over again
it took only the need and but small cunning
to send its scattered parts plunging upward
again rise slower than fall but as certain