Inside the seed of this second
is the tree of the entire day.
It begins to grow
when you open your eyes.
It bends as you do,
breaks if you do.
As you fall asleep
it is cut down and made into
furniture in the house
you go to in dreams.
It holds the dream clothes,
the dream pages of diaries,
dream plans upon dream plans scribbled
on dream paper.
Tomorrow, you’ll awake
and all this forest will be lost
but inside the seed of that second
waits the tree of a new day.
