Sequoia

I love you now. More

and more, in growing

space that shapes

my inner universe

to accommodate

the great tree

of love, the one

that centers the rest

of the garden, the one

that the creator

and the tempter

both forgot to wrestle

away from us,

greater than

the tree of knowledge,

grander even than

the tree of life itself,

this tangled, endless

mysterious bewonderment,

something more

than tangible but

never less than physical,

more than real but

never less than dreams,

root and branch and seed

embracing soil and stars,

and all manner of notions--

this great tree

that must be

beyond boundaries

grows in me.