Sometimes I Radiate
Sometimes I radiate,
clouds form in my hair
and you breathe from me.
I am beech and birch,
I am oak ash scrubland,
I am waking up.
Since I’ve been planted here
I’ve been keen to remind you
that I come from elsewhere.
I don’t come from elsewhere now,
like the hazel I’ve spread my roots,
nurtured my seeds, grown in.
A poem should have a tree in it,
should have one of those anti-establishment trees.
What’s more wild than that?
Cara L McKee stays on the west coast of Scotland. Her poems have appeared in places like Ink Sweat & Tears, The Hysteria Collective, and Dodging the Rain. Her chapbook is First Kiss (Maytree Press). Website: skeletonarchitecture.blogspot.com