build your home upon my shoulders,
bring youth to my aged eyes,
--find warmth in my splintered ice.
place your nest upon my brow,
paint a new memory on my mind,
--find your lost moments in time.
kiss the clouds atop my hands,
call upon a midnight star,
fly,
cry,
sing,
see--
for i am the tree.
*from creative writing workshop, summer '02