Ships Sail the Forest

After the actual end
Of the world our ancestors
Created by accident,

The forests reclaimed the earth.
We’ve adapted. We’re sailors.
We build ships of leaves.

We’ve learned how to sail
Through the forest. There
Were always old poems,

Old poems older than we were.
We used them to design these
Dark, narrow, three-masted barks.

We would rather drift, becalmed,
Through dendrites than deep waters.