CALL ME BELOVED

shed those recurring dreams of being the tree –
shrug off the long branches, sentinel stillness of
lifetimes as limbs, centuries of old growth –

but catch yourself, when you are the wind.
recall how bark and stone just flow
like water through loose fingers –

like dreams when you can fly – you’ve found
the secret way how to skip from the ground,
blades of grass scraping past your feet –

a promise between you and the earth, it’s okay,
let go let go let go