Extra-sensing

In the cradle of the tree

I feel my body held by this tender giant

And I wonder how it perceives me

What does it feel like to hold this small creature

So unrooted

Its life passing by in a blur of motion

So busy, so brief

I imagine the innumerable beings

Inhabiting my body

The surface of my skin

How does the tree interpret the brush of my lips

On its rough edges

The nuzzle of my cheek 

Against its vibrant emerald fur

Do you sense my coming and going

Wondering why I don’t 

Hold still?