Under the Cherry Tree

The coarse concrete gravestone presses against her back and
Binds her body to the earth
While her mind
Races
Up the cherry tree branches
A maze of interconnected possibilities
Forming intricate patterns
She pauses at each blossoming thought
Savoring the sweetly smelling flowers of creativity and inspiration

A lifetime later her spirit would return here with
Her body bound to her bed
Not her mind but her heart would
Race
Her infatuation-injected blood pulsing
Through her branching veins
She would awaken as her lips
Connect her soul to another feminine soul
Sanctifying this sacred space

– Written on Dec 6, 2021