I'm looking at you
you seem to me
an orange caught
in a pile of ants...

You have feathers
instead of eyebrows
and two thick
dark brown logs
for legs.

you are a tree
that shouts at its cutter
and weeps its humanity...

Your knees
bursting with squirrels
your heels
bursting with seeds.

I am trying to understand you
but all I can see
is a voiceless forest
and I am stepping into it
looking for you.